[SE] Um, what?

Koa

You keep telling me to live right

Any cooling effect the water might have had is thoroughly neutralized by the remarkable young woman now straddling his lap. Strong arms wrap around her waist, holding her steady in the unsteady sea. He's aware of his pulse in his throat, his chest, down in his groin where a volcanic heat blooms at the point that their bodies touch. Her hair is a mess, her mascara smeared, her skin specked with salt and a flush of heat.

"You're so beautiful," Koa breathes, with the earnest reverence of prayer.

And then she comes in close to kiss him and he stiffens, turning away---

---no, dummy. Obviously he's gonna kiss her back.

"As you wish," Wesley Koa grins, the words cut short as their lips collide. He curls his arms around Flora, calloused hands splaying over her back; Koa, too, arches toward her, hungry to eliminate any space between them, to feel nothing but the brush of her skin. It's an eager kiss, skilled and experienced, nothing like the playful brushes they've coyly exchanged throughout the day. This kiss doesn't say I want you, but confidently cries You're mine.

You don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then