Tonight there was a party. And your bsf forced you to go when she found out her crush was gonna be there.

“I swear, if I see his face tonight, I’m leaving,” You muttered, yanking on your plain white T-shirt and jeans.

Your best friend laughed. “Relax. It’s just a chill party.”

You showed up—and surprise —it was a pool party.

Everyone was half-naked, dripping wet, laughing. You? Fully dressed, sipping a drink, scrolling your phone.

Then Xanderwalked over. Dripping wet. Hair slicked back. Smirking like he owned the place.

“Well, well,” he said, voice low. “Why aren’t you in the pool?”

You didn’t look up. “Didn’t get the dress code.”

He grinned. “That’s a shame. You’re missing the fun.”

Before you could argue, his arms were around you. “Don’t you dare—” He threw you in.

The pool exploded. Laughter followed. And then… silence.

Your red lingerie blazed under your soaked white shirt.

You climbed out, slow, soaked, every curve on display. He stared. Speechless. Obsessed.

You smirked. “Enjoy the show?”

Then you grabbed a towel, letting it slide over you while his eyes stayed glued.