You’re at a pool party, sitting in your bikini in the pool.

Your cup is empty, so you get out of the pool to get a new drink.

you have had a few too many to keep count.

drying off, you head inside, past the crowd and into the kitchen.

pouring some juice in your cup to balance out the taste, your eyes lock onto the familiar cold ones.

Striding towards you, Elijah pushes through people, his eyes set on you.

He looks pissed, but you feel great. Taking your cup, you dodge him, heading back outside.

“Sarah” He warns, his voice right behind you. You feel his fingers graze the back of your arm.

“What the heck are you doing here?” He asks, his eyes only on your face.

you laugh, waving to your body. “Swimming? It’s a pool party.”

You frown, looking at his clothes that definitely aren’t meant for the pool.

plucking the cup from your hand, he brings it to his nose. “How many have you had?”

You shrug, walking towards the pool. His hand wraps around your upper arm, stopping you.

“You’re not swimming while intoxicated, Sarah.”

Pushing him off you stare him dead in the eyes as you step into the pool.

“get out.” *his jaw ticks.”

smiling, you put your hands on your hips. “make me.”

Your smile fades when he steps into the pool, grabs you at your waist, and lifts you onto his shoulder.

“Hey!” you shriek, his hand on your thigh.

“Stay still.” He instructs, putting a towel over you.