The steep, rocky slopes to the water were tricky. Keir slithered more than walked as Quin followed him down, but the cool water eased the dry itch of salty skin. He sat on a ledge with water up to his neck as Quin swam and soaked her hair. Watched her float on her back with her eyes closed, a pale flower in a dark pool. Her hair spread out in the water in blood red tendrils.
“You are beautiful.”
She turned her face toward him with a smile and a look in her eyes that promised mischief. “Why don’t you come over here and say that to me?”
He hesitated. Quin floated in the deepest part of the pool, where his feet would not touch the sandy bottom. His poor swimming skills and weakened state made him doubt his ability to swim to her.
As if she had read his uncertainty, she rolled onto her stomach and glided to him with barely a ripple in the water. She made it look so effortless. Then she snaked her hands around the back of his neck and the heat of her lips pressed to his. Warm, soft flesh molded against him. “We need to check your wound.”
Keir broke the kiss. “Those are not the words I had hoped to hear.”She chuckled. “I know. Business first.” She gave him another fleeting kiss then urged him into the shallows. Legs shaking, he sat on a rounded boulder and let Quin peel the dressing from his injured side.