He stripped to his trunks, then dove into the pool. We all watched as he broke the surface and
climbed from the water, his muscles slick and wet, his green eyes glowing in the half light of the glass ceiling.
I heard Natalie and Sara both sigh, and Harry murmur that it almost made him want to go gay.
Coby stretched out on a chaise beside me and asked, “So you still sorry you moved here?
