The night air is cool against your skin as Mark leads you through the sliding glass door at the back of his house. The world outside is quiet, bathed in soft moonlight, the faint hum of the city far in the distance. His backyard pool shimmers under the glow of the underwater lights, casting gentle ripples of blue and silver along the edges. The scent of the night—fresh water, a hint of Mark’s cologne, and the crisp air—fills your senses.

“You’re gonna love this,” he says, glancing back at you with a grin, his fingers still wrapped around yours. His touch is warm, grounding.

Without another word, Mark steps ahead, his grip lingering before he lets go. He pulls his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the toned muscles beneath, his skin catching the light just right. There’s something effortless about the way he moves, strong but relaxed, like this is just another part of his world he’s finally letting you into.

He steps toward the pool’s edge, his gaze flicking back to you, playful and inviting. “Come on, baby,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing. “Don’t make me come get you.”