Lenny stiffened, his eyes fixed on Marcus's face. His eyes... nose... his face...
He never knew the heart could make such frantic movements until this day. And as his heart skipped, he was scared of what might happen next. Would it fly out?!
"You're hot," Marcus stared into his face, his hands meeting Lenny's cheeks, which were already hot and pink. "Are you sick?"
"Let go of me—!" Lenny snapped as he brushed his hands off. But it was already too late to hold himself steady. He had slipped and was falling backward.
Just when he thought he was about to fall into the water, Marcus held him by the waist. His hands were so close to his body beneath the water that Lenny almost screamed.
He stared at him in panic. "What the hell are you doing?! Let me go now!"
"But you're—"
"I'm naked, let me go!" Lenny never expected to say those words, but they came out anyway, and shame filled him as Marcus let go.
