I quickly checked the time on my phone and left it on some dresser near the door, before we opened them and entered the balcony. It was a bit chilly, but we didn't plan to stay here longer either.

We decided to see whole upstairs and then the pool. I've heard you could get it heated in winter, so obviously we wanted to see if it's true.

But first we went to see the bedroom and talked there a little about how I can arrange it, etc. I insisted on bringing the same couch and bed I had in my old house, because in my opinion you can't buy more comfortable shit that this. It makes life worth living.

Back to the balcony.

"I can imagine sitting here in summer and reading books," I sighed, looking around.

"Oh, definitely." Johnny replied, watching the extremely clean pool. I guess they must've cleaned it spotless before I got the call. "And blasting music so loud I will be able to hear it."

I chuckled, "Don't other people live around here?"

"Not really." he replied. "But if they do, then they don't really care."

I crouched down near the water, dipping my hand lightly to check the temperature. It was definitely a lot warmer than the actual temperature here, outside.

"Hey, look-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence as I felt two hands on my back, pushing me with such force I couldn't do anything other than lose my balance and, unfortunately, fall into the water. Everything happened so fast I barely registered what's going on.

I quickly swam upright, trying to get my head to the surface. Once I did, I got to know about the uncomfortable and burning feeling of water in my nostrils and a bit in my lungs. I started coughing, sorta fighting for my life almost, and I bet it looked hilarious.

You could also came to conclusions like that by seeing Johnny laugh his ass off, so hard he had to hold his belly. I ran both hands trough my hair, tryna make it look at least a little better. I glanced down to notice, surprise, all my clothing drenched.

I shot a annoyed look to Johnny and huffed.

I know exactly what to do.

I guess he noticed I wasn't really pleased with the joke, and offered me a hand to help me get out of the pool. I gladly took it, but instead of letting him pull me up, I pulled him down.

He, obviously, had no idea I could choose that cruel option, but I did. Along with him losing balance came my mean satisfaction, and once he hit the water I started laughing, just like he did.

He emerged from the water, throwing his head back to get the hair out of his face. He used both hands to wipe off the water from his eyes, and then stared at me in wide shock, with his mouth slightly open. Translucent droplets dripped down from his nose.

My gaze involuntarily slid down, seeing how his now wet shirt perfectly hugged the curves of his toned torso, chest and shoulders- Lord, we must stay focused. There's clearly a war going on here.

We both wanted our revenge, so we started splashing water at each other, and at the end we were both soaked and panting. But I guess that's from the amount of laugh we had.

I don't really know how it happened, but at one point I found myself cornered. Johnny's body was located way too dangerously close to mine. My hands rested first in the crook of his neck, and then, like completely on their own, went up, up. I lightly touched his gold earrings while slowly making my fingers meet on the back of his neck.

All of this while holding eye contact.

In one moment everything else stopped existing and it became quiet. Very quiet. I couldn't focus on anything other than his eyes. These damn, dark as a night, orbits. They always found their way to look into mine, deeply and carefully. And I adored it. Every time. You could safely call me an addict in this matter.

His fingers unhurriedly moved up my hips, finally stopping at my waist, somewhat bringing me closer. This action caused so many tingling sensations in my body that it's nearly impossible to describe.

Oh man, I'm gonna faint in a moment from how he looks at me. Did he already do it earlier?

We were so close now that I could notice things I haven't before. All the little flaws and imperfections of his face.

The already present gray in his distinctive beard, which I think is even better. The way he had a little, straight scar on his right eyebrow, that, barely noticeably, separated it to two parts. I acknowledged the wrinkles around his eyes, made due to him always smiling and laughing so much. Even with the plaster dressing on, his nose still didn't lose any charm.

I literally couldn't control what happened next. In response to him briefly stealing glances at my lips, I helplessly started to lean closer. My vision and thoughts were overcame by the sight of his slightly parted, so loving lips. It all sounds so hectic and not real, but I couldn't stop thinking like that, neither control my own body. My heart thundered in my chest.

-And finally, after what seemed like thousand years, my lips connected with his. I wasn't able to comprehend all the feelings anymore. I didn't even imagine I could feel so much at once-

Suddenly, just when I was about to kiss Johnny, my phone started ringing loudly, causing both of us to sorta wake up from the trance. He pulled away, clearing his throat, and I barely could even look him in the eyes before I exited the pool.

What the hell happened just now? If not the phone, would we kiss? Like, kiss kiss? Oh my god.

I jogged a bit to get my still ringing phone from the dresser. I looked at the caller's ID.

Alex 🤩

Fuck.

I picked up only to start feeling a bit guilty as he spoke in happy tone:

"Hi, love. Do you like the house? Tell me everything."

🌺