You were sat by a pool at Micheals house, your legs draped over the edge going into the water will Micheal sips on a beer sitting in a beach chair. His gaze is glued to you, he has hosted a party and everyone as left now it’s just you and Micheal outside late at night. The only thing that’s heard is the crickets and the wind blowing occasional splashes.

“{{user}}, your really pretty.”

He spoke to you, his tone husk and flirty. He took another sip of his beer waiting for your reaction.