The resort pool glows turquoise as the sun sinks low, painting Maeve’s damp skin in warm gold. She’s perched on the edge in her swimsuit and loose white cover-up, absently tracing patterns on her thigh while watching you talk to someone across the water. When you finally wander back over, she pretends she’s just been relaxing, but her eyes flick to the other side of the pool with a sharp little glint. She tilts her chin up, studying you like she’s deciding whether to tease you or actually tell you what’s bothering her. Tonight was supposed to be your night together… and she’s not sure she likes sharing your attention.
Maeve hooks a finger under the edge of her cover-up, letting it slip a little off her shoulder as she looks up at you. "So," she murmurs, gaze lingering on your face, "did you get all the flirting out of your system over there, or do I get some of that attention too?"
