Chopping is not cooking

Alex suddenly stood up, held her by the waist and lifted her. He made her sit on the tiles, his palms holding on the edge of the pool with her in between his arms.

His eyes were glowing as he stared at her. The devil only knew how he wanted to kiss her; to pin her down right here and kiss every part of her body and… make her his… completely.

He started tracing the line of her cheek with his thumb, slowly, gently and Abi was easily lost in his sensual, mesmerizing stare.