"Marcella, it's just water. What's the worst that could happen?" He asks and I want to say, Gee, I dunno...maybe we'll end up kissing again after another near-drowning experience.  Maybe I'll want you to keep kissing me passionately, just like in the kitchen.  Maybe I'll end up in your bed and begging you to do things to me....except this time I won't be drunk. But I just shrug with a shy smile, too conscious of what I'm wearing as I'm standing so close to him.And too conscious of how he has no shirt on, and the way the water is gently lapping against his torso. "You're gonna need to learn to love the water before anything else." He says softly, his deep, gentle voice sounding almost harmonic. "Love the water?" I ask, trying not to be distracted about how his eyes are a matching blue to the pool. 

07:45 pm.I blink at the red numbers on Kyle's bedside digital clock.I didn't intend to sleep. I didn't intend to sleep for this long. I didn't intend to sleep for this long on Kyle's bed...Yawning, I sit up and observe the room. The shirt he wore today is on the bed, along with his watch and iPad. "Kyle?" I call out as I slide out of the huge king-sized bed and walk bare feet out of the room....all the while remembering the heated, hurtful argument I had with Maya. I couldn't bear it.The hurtful words we said to each other...the way she stared at me with tears and anger. But I didn't mean it...I swear I didn't mean it, it just slipped out. And she had stormed off before I could apologize. Still, all those things she said about Kyle were just too much. He isn't like that....well, not anymore.I can still remember

Kyle's P.O.V She wants to come. Of all the events, of all the dinner parties, of all the occasions...she had to pick interest in this one. Not that I didn't want her to come but...Holly is the one hosting it, in her house.One way or another, she is going to find out who Marcella is....and it's not going to be a pretty sight. "Are you okay?" Marcy's voice interrupts my thoughts as she walks into my room and I turn around to find her in a stunning, red velvety dress. The dress clings to her upper body and just at the waist, it sweeps out in a charming sway that stops at her knees. "You like?" She asks and turns a full 360, saying, "Your sister suggested I buy it when we went shopping." She says smiling and I realize I've missed this part of her.This giggly part.This happy-go-smiley part of her. 

"Are you gonna tell me now?" I say to Maya as the hairstylist runs her fingers through my just-curled hair. Maya looks up from the magazine she was reading and gives me a look. "What?" "That this is a bad idea? That you told me so the first time? That he already made me come back in tears and I should learn from that?" I ask, waiting for her to approve.  This should be a bad idea....shouldn't it? Still, why can't I resist going on a date with him? Why am I thrilled yet frightened by the idea of spending a nice, private time with Kyle Robinson? "Say something." I say, my voice high with paranoia. "Like what? He is taking you out on a proper date, Marcy. I don't want us to fight because of him again." "So you have a bad feeling about this? You think this date is a bad idea right?" "No,

"Are you serious right now? This is why you called me here?" Maya asks as I observe the packet of frozen chicken thighs in my hand. "Yup." I say then turn to her, "What do you think? Breast or thighs?" I ask, branding the chicken packets in my hands and she rolls her eyes but points to the frozen chicken thighs. "I thought so too." I say and put it in my trolley. "So let me get this straight, you called me all the way from home to help you go grocery shopping?" She says as we move along and I hum a little too loud, making it obvious that I don't want to listen. "While you're ignoring me, remind yourself that I'm driving you home." She says and I laugh. "Blackmail. Smart weapon." I say and she moves to block me. "Okay, come on Marcy. You know I'm dying to hear the details. How was the third date? And what's with the special grocery shoppin