Sky did not take off his shirt. Obviously.
He dipped one foot in—and blinked.
"It's warm," he murmured.
"Told you," Chris said, breathless and beaming.
Sky looked around. The pool was open, and though it was late, the neighboring houses weren't far off. He could hear faint music from one, the soft clink of plates from another. The stars were faintly visible above, quiet and unbothered. A breeze passed over, smelling faintly of garden and chlorine.
Chris was watching him now, chin resting on his arm at the edge of the pool. His eyes were playful, encouraging. Water clung to his lashes, his cheeks. His hair was pushed back messily, and he blinked water from his eyes like a puppy shaking off rain.
Sky just... looked.
Didn't say anything. Didn't blink. Just stood there with one foot in and stared at him like he was watching something he wasn't sure he was allowed to want.
Chris finally noticed and tilted his head. "What?"
Sky blinked slowly. "Nothing."
He stepped in.
