He sighs softly and looks down at himself. He's pretending the bubbles are insanely interesting.

He really tried. Y'know. He's been wanting her for a year. He held himself back because she was too young. He caved and asked her on a date a few months ago. They were just friends before that. And then they went on vacation in Italy. And he kissed her in the ocean. She kissed back. But after that?

She's making it so hard. He knows that if he touches her now, kisses her now. He won't be able to stop. For once in his life. He doesn't wanna pressure a girl. If he takes a step too far, he could lose her forever.

He has to be careful. Because he cannot lose her. It's her. Or no one else.

And so he stands up from the hottub. Saving himself by going to step out of it.

"I'll see you later. I'm tired."

Tired of digging his fingernails into his palms because she looks too good in that freaking bikini to pass on.