"Sleep with me?"
Lysander glanced at me sideways and smirked.
I raised one arm and placed them over his shoulder and pushed him towards the pool.
Losing his balance, Lysander flailed his arms in the air and I kicked his butt for a final blow.
He fell to the pool with a large splash and I yelped in surprise because I didn't move fast enough.
The entire front of my maxi dress was wet: my skirts, my chest and my face.
Argh.
That was a huge mistake on my part.
I wiped the freshwater out of my face, and that also included my messy make-up and mascara.
It was probably six in the morning and I already appeared haggard and wet with no extra clothes to wear.
I didn't bring anything except myself.
Not even a mirror to check my face or a water bottle to drink with when I feel thirsty.
God, my first date was a fucking disaster and it was my entire fault.
My fingertips shook with adrenaline.
