She caught her breath after a few seconds but he had scared her so bad she was shaking. He rushed over to her and took hold of her waist in his arm.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said, brushing the hair from her face.
"It's ok." She replied, gasping still.
She pulled away from him reluctantly and took his hand, leading him back toward the balcony door and down the steps. She stopped by the chair to lay her towel down. She stood looking at him expectantly.
When he realized what she was waiting for, he began to undress. He took off the t-shirt he was wearing, leaving his skin bare and smooth. He slid his dark jeans off of his hips and down his legs. He was in a pair of black trunks and Amira had to take a moment to admire the perfection of his body.
His chest was broad and sculpted, the muscles showing in the moonlight. There was a light dusting of light brown hair across his chest. He had six pack abs that were rippled and his happy trail started right at the waist of his trunks.
She smiled at him in awe and he just looked away. She noticed that he didn't blush though, even in the dark night. His skin shone brightly in the dim light, the paleness more visible now. She didn't care if he had a tan or not, he was beautiful, his skin like porcelain.
He took hold of her hand and led her to the stone steps of the pool, helping her into the shallow water. He followed in after her, moving through the water with grace and ease. He leaned up against the side of the pool, his elbows resting on the patio. She moved in front of him so that her body was almost touching his.
He smiled at her and brushed one of his hands across her shoulder, moving it down her arm, letting it rest just above her elbow. She took that as permission to move closer and she did, leaning her body against his. Even in the heat of the pool, his body was chilled and she felt the hardness of his body underneath hers. God he was perfect.
"So, Amira, do I have your permission to do anything?" He asked, smiling.