Summer laughed, stretching under the water and peeling herself off the edge. “I made you come first,” she said, looking at him through lowered lashes. She shivered slightly as the soft currents stirred by his movements brushed against her, where his hand had been.
“…Fair point. I’ll get you back later, yeah?” he chuckled and leaned over to kiss her, hands splaying out across her hips as he smiled against her lips. “I love you, Summer,” he added on then, slumping down, feeling the warm water lap at his stretched muscles, a lazy smile adorning his face.
She smiled back and slid a hand down his back. “I know,” she said. Slipping through the water, she snagged the soap and poured some on his shoulder.