The moon was high, casting silvery streaks over the calm lake, the only sounds coming from the gentle ripple of water and your quiet laughter echoing into the night. Drew had convinced you to go night swimming, teasing you until you gave in, and now you were chest-deep in cool water, his heated gaze locked on you.

“Come here,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, cutting through the stillness.

You hesitated, feeling your pulse quicken, but his hands were already under the water, sliding around your waist and pulling you toward him. His touch was firm, commanding, and sent shivers up your spine despite the warmth of his body pressing against yours.

"Drew," you managed to whisper, but before you could say more, he tilted your chin up, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. It started tender, teasing, but quickly deepened as his hand slid up your back, his fingers splaying against your bare skin. The water rippled around you as you clung to his shoulders, the tension between you electric, like the world was about to snap in half.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rasping as if he could barely keep himself in check. His other hand slid lower, gripping your waist under the water, his thumb tracing slow, maddening circles on your skin.

Your breath hitched as he pulled you impossibly closer, his lips trailing from your mouth to your jaw, then down the side of your neck. The sensation made your head fall back, a soft gasp escaping your lips as his hands tightened their hold on you, his touch firm but possessive.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his voice dark, his lips grazing just beneath your ear. His words sent a thrill through you, your heart pounding in rhythm with the movement of the water around you.

You could feel the tension in his body, the restraint as he held himself back, but his lips claimed yours again, rougher this time, more demanding. His hands moved, finding your hips and lifting you slightly in the water.