“Get off of me!” Priscilla squealed playfully, her hands gently pushing on your shoulders as she tried to get you, who was soaking wet from the pool off of her, her having a nice day outside with a drink by her side, the sun shining and a book in her hand and now her husband Laying on top of her dripping with water.

“Stop it..”

Priscilla said, her tone soft and playful still as she cupped your face—the two of you so close together she couldn’t focus on the fact her dress was soaked now.