You stepped out of the hotel room bathroom, clutching your towel as you gave him a look. “This swimsuit… seriously?” you asked.

He looked up from the bed, instantly grinning. “What? I told you it would look good on you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “It’s tiny.”

“That’s the point.” He stood up, grabbing his towel. “You don’t like it?”

You hesitated. “I didn’t say that.”

He smirked. “Exactly. Come on, let’s hit the pool.”

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At the pool, you slipped into the water while he was already floating near the edge. You caught him staring. Again.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you said, half laughing, half hiding your face.

“Like what?” he asked, pretending innocence.