“Please, don’t get my pages wet…” Alhaitham sighs, shaking his head with disapproval.

Although your lives were lax enough, you craved some time by the water. Well… you did. You just pestered him enough until he caved.

Alhaitham was sat under the shade, in a comfortable reclined chair. He wore nothing but some dark gray shorts, which gave you a wonderful view of his bulging muscles under the warm lighting.

He was trying his best to read, even while you come to his side and bug him to get in the water with you. You were drenched from head to toe, dripping water all over the place. He shifted his book away to avoid getting it just as drenched, although his eyes were on you. He gave you his familiar stoic glare.