Her wet clothes clung to her like a second skin.
Her shorts, soaked through, stuck to her body in a way that left very little to the imagination.
The fabric hugged her thighs, accentuating her toned legs, and the way the material pressed against her —
Lucas forced himself to look away, feeling warmth creep up his neck.
But then, as if she could sense it, Nina turned her head, catching his eyes just as he quickly looked back at the water.
A smirk curled at the edge of her lips.
"Like what you see?" she teased, one hand on her hip.
Lucas let out a short laugh, shaking his head as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Not my fault you're practically putting on a show."
Nina rolled her eyes but didn't deny it.
Instead, she reached for her bag again and pulled out her dry clothes, holding them close before she turned her back to him.
"Alright, no peeking," she said playfully.
Lucas raised his hands in surrender, stepping a few paces away. "Not looking."
