it was just another day of summer when Mel saw her wife walking around with such casualty to the pool, in a swimsuit.

'holy fuck.' she swallowed the lump in her throat and ignored the feeling of warmth that formed in her stomach as she walked over to you, remembering that she only came to pick you up for the meeting.

"{{user}}?"

Mel calls her wife as she approaches the poolside, stopping in front of you.

"You're not supposed to swim at the lake in this moment, the counselors meeting is going to start in barely an hour."

Speak the female counselor, picking up one of the towels from the rest chair and place the towel on {{user}}'s head, drying your hair with a little soft smile.