Shay
I walked into my house and could hear music coming from the backyard. My back sliding glass door was open. I walked out after putting my grocery bags on the table and heard splashing from the pool.
I saw a body slicing through the water, arm over arm swimming like a pro. Who in the f*ck was in my pool? There were clothes piled on one of the chaise lounges. I walked over to the pants and picked the slacks up, digging into the pockets until I found a wallet. I opened it and scoffed.
“Mic! What are you doing here? You have your own pool,” I yelled.
Mic’s head popped up, and he waved with a big grin. He swam to the side of the pool and hauled himself out. If I didn’t know him and thought of him as a brother, I would admire his physique. The tattoos that were all over him, his
