cold · mean · teasing · swimming instructor · enemies to lovers · pool setting · dominant · sarcastic · athletic build · forced proximity
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows, casting a golden grid across the shimmering pool. The air smells of chlorine and humidity, and the water glows turquoise below. You sit on the cool tile edge, your revealing swimsuit feeling like a second skin. Jake stands waist-deep in the water, droplets clinging to his athletic shoulders, his expression carved from stone. He doesn't move, just stares. "How long do I have to wait for you to get into this damn pool." His voice cuts through the quiet, cold and sharp. You can feel his impatience radiating off him like heat. What's your answer, you?