Timothee Chalamet Pool Novels & Stories

They are atrociously garish shorts and they do not match his staid personality in the least, making Kimmy's amusement all the more hilarious. Putting their towels and other belongings on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, Heath dives into the water while Kimmy eases herself in. But when she feels the water at her ankles is the perfect temperature, she smiles. With a quick intake of breath, she dives into the water, arching her back to let her stomach lightly graze the bottom of the pool before she is heading back up and breaking through the surface.

Chad stepped out of the car and stretched. “God, I needed that air.” Isla kicked off her heels as they walked inside. “Same.” A short time later, they moved out to the pool area. Chad had music streaming through the outdoor speakers and turned the pool lights on. Isla smiled cheekily. “You know what?” “What?” “I feel like swimming.” Chad raised an eyebrow. “At this hour?” “Why not?” He grinned. “You’re serious.” “Completely.” She slipped off her dress, breasts bare, wearing only panties, before diving into the water with a splash.

After exiting the hospital, Chloe looked up nearby swimming pools on the Internet while sitting in the car and waiting for Noah's reply. She found a private high-class pool about seven kilometers away from her office that was ten times more expensive than public pools. She booked a time and decided to give it a try. She waited for around half an hour but Noah seemed to be missing in action. He had not texted her back. Feeling confused, she texted him again. [If you're busy, we can meet up another time.]

& &It wouldn't be the first time& I smirked and started going towards the indoors pool. When we reached the pool room, Timi put the Do not disturb sign on the door and still locked it with the key. I teased him about him not wanting people to see his nakedness and he laughed and told me he never instead wanted anyone else to see me naked. I stripped out of my clothes and went into the shallow end of the pool. He dived into the pool from the deep end and started swimming towards my direction. when he reached where I was, he stood and started kissing me then he asked &Are you down for some pool sex?& “Didn’t we come here to have sex?”

When I walked into the pool area, Liam was taking a sip from a bottle of water, shirtless, glistening in the low lights. He saw me and choked. His eyes shot wide open, lips parting like he couldn't breathe. "God, Emily…you trying to kill me or what?" I stopped at the edge of the water, smirking. "You said I’d model it for you tonight. Consider this... gratitude." He set the bottle down slowly, like he needed both hands to worship the sight of me. "Come here," he said, voice rough. I walked to him, letting the tension simmer between us. He pulled me close, hands gripping my waist, then backed us slowly into the pool.

The night was clear and still quite warm, just perfect for a midnight swim. “Giorgio prepared your swimsuit. You can change inside the pool house,” she said, while taking off her long, light sundress, discovering her sexy body. “Hurry up, please!” She gave him the most amazing smile and started walking toward the edge of the pool. Damiano had seen the look on her face well enough to recognize the promise. He changed in a hurry. When he got to the pool, Thea was already churning through the water, doing laps. He settled himself on the side of the pool and dangled his feet over the edge as he watched her lithe form cutting through the cool turquoise water. Several laps done, she veered off cou

She states shaking her head, Rik smiling behind her. “You’re just still sore that they bet against Artemis that one time.” He says to Cara. There’s obviously a story there, but Clint interrupts telling us to follow him. Liam follows us to the outdoor pool. It’s a large pool. By human standards, it’s probably Olympic size. “Okay, Angel, you do know how to swim, right?” Clint asks me. “Kind of late to be asking now.” Liam mutters beside me. I smile but nod. “It’s been a long time, but I’m sure it will come back to me.”

She ran to her son, jamming the uncapped needle into his thigh, while Fergus called an ambulance. However, when I reach the pool deck, I see that Calester looks completely recovered. He’s not resting at all, but swimming laps. His arm cuts through the water like a knife, brilliant droplets sparkling in his dark hair. His body looks lean and powerful as he dives under the water, pushes off the wall, and rockets half the length of the pool before having to come up for air. I sit down on one of the deck chairs, watching him swim. It’s actually pretty amazing how long he can hold his breath underwater. I guess the Greens must be part dolphin.

Izzy jolts, but Carter grips her shoulders and says, “Now, look.” She obeys, and when the elevator opens, it comes into view. The surprise that Carter is referring to is a private pool with candles lit around it. There is also a bottle of champagne that’s chilling on ice. “This is quite…” she whispers. “…unexpected.” “I thought maybe we could use some privacy,” he says, his voice deep and enticing. “Let’s have a swim?” The place is definitely better than Carter’s riverside house. She knows because Aria had described it to her before. This time though, there are servants hovering around the private pool, so it’s not really that private.

“It’s like something out of a travel magazine.” “I told you,” I said, smiling. “I’m moving in,” Malik announced, already kicking off his shoes and dipping a toe into the water. “I don’t care if you have to adopt me as a cousin.” “Get out of my pool, Malik,” I said, trying not to laugh. Denise and Zendaya were already pulling out their phones, taking pictures of the stunning view—the pool reflecting the sunlight, the palm trees swaying lazily in the wind, and the marble steps leading down into the clear water.