The night air was warm and filled with silence as Georgia followed the sound of soft ripples towards the swimming pool. The garden lights threw gold patterns on the tiled path, and the faint scent of citrus drifted from the trees.
She stepped past the last hedge, and paused.
The pool shimmered in the moonlight, calm and glassy. At first, she didn’t see him. Then suddenly, water splashed as Lucian’s head broke the surface, strands of wet hair clinging to his forehead. Droplets ran down his sharp jawline, his chest rising and falling as he exhaled through parted lips.
“Georgia?” His voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t spoken in hours. He swam to the edge, slow and unhurried. “How did you get here?”
Georgia felt her breath hitch in her throat. The sight of him had knocked the words out of he
