Cassandra turned around, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders as she called back to Zafron, who was lagging a few steps behind. "Co on, Zafron! Pick up the pace," she teased, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Or are you not tired of swimming yet?"
Zafron grinned, his feet splashing through the shallow water as he caught up to her. "If I had the chance, I could spend the whole day in the water, Miss" he replied with a carefree laugh, water droplets still shimring on his skin.
Cassandra chuckled, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "Well, next ti, we'll make sure to stay longer. But for now, let's get changed before we catch a chill."
As they stepped into her changing room, the cool air from the open window made Cassandra shiver slightly.
She turned to Zafron. "Zafron, could you help with this?" she asked, tugging at the zip behind her neck. "It's like this thing has a personal vendetta against now that it's soaked."
Zafron chuckled and stepped closer to assist. "Of course," he replied, gently helping her peel the stubborn fabric away.
As he worked, Cassandra laughed and shook her head. "You know, every ti I co swimming alone, it's like I'm in a wrestling match with this thing. By the ti I finally get it off, I'm half convinced it's trying to stay on just to spite !"
Zafron smiled, "Well, you've got here now, so no more wrestling with your swim wear,"
"Thank goodness for that," Cassandra replied with a playful wink. "I might start bringing you along just for this!"
'That...now that's a plan I'm onboard with,' Zafron thought there for a second while Cassandra began to help him slip the shoulders of her swim wear off leaving only bear skin out to show.
He was already done so he took his chance at that mont to do what he wanted to do all along, he casually thought, 'Calista, scan her now'
A nu appeared before him almost imdiately :
[Target Scan Complete]
Na: Cassandra Beaumont
Marital Status: Single
Compatibility: 76%
Zafron blinked in surprise. '76%?' he thought, taken aback. 'Does she really want that much?'
He glanced at Cassandra, who was busy shaking out her hair, oblivious to the information he'd just received. She seed to be doing a pretty good job of hiding the fact that she wanted Zafron to make a move on her or at least for sothing to happen but that didn't fool his system.
'Well, I knew she was too nice to begin with. This almost reminds of Matilda. Why are they always this way?' Zafron thought with an amused smile. The won in his life all had one thing in common. They weren't the most direct people one would ever encounter.
Cassandra had pulled her swim wear to her chest already while Zafron was still in the room with her. They both remained in silence, staring at one another awkwardly for so seconds.
'Do it!! ... Do it!!!' Cassandra kept chanting in her own head.
anwhile Zafron's eyes couldn't help but drift. They traveled from her face,, down to her chest, and then to her breasts, which seed to be almost suffocated beneath that tight swim wear and were staring back at him, begging to be released, to be saved.
The way they filled out the dress was... well, distracting, to say the least.
But when he finally raised his head, he was startled to find Cassandra's eyes fixed on him, her gaze were direct and refusing to leave his.
She was staring right back at him, her expressions were barely readable, as if she was waiting for sothing—maybe a response, or perhaps just an acknowledgnt.
The silence between them stretched, growing heavier with each passing second.
Zafron began to consider the options available to him now. With a compatibility percentage that high, there was a chance that if he made a move here and now, it would work out just fine. But then again, 'Is this the right ti?' he wondered, suddenly unsure. 'Should I say sothing? Or... should I use my Calming Touch?'
The idea of drawing closer, feeling the warmth of her skin under his fingertips, was tempting. But just as quickly, he dismissed the thought. 'Not now. The system said sothing about forming so strange connection. I won't make a move until I see this compatibility hit hundred. I want her now but I need her to want as much as I do.
Now though, we need to get back ho before it's too dark.'
Cassandra held Zafron's gaze for a few long monts. Then, almost as if deciding sothing in her mind, she looked away, breaking the silence.
"You know," she began, her tone lightening, "I think a bath might be a good idea after all."
Zafron blinked, still reeling a bit from their shared mont. "Oh, yeah?" he replied, trying to sound casual.
Cassandra nodded, her lips curling into a playful smile. "Yeah, you too. It's not exactly the best idea to go walking around after swimming in fish water without washing up. Who knows what might happen? You might start slling like a seafood platter or, worse, sprout gills!"
She chuckled at her own joke, her eyes sparkling with amusent. "I an, unless you're planning to live in the ocean, a good scrub is definitely in order."Zafron couldn't help but laugh, her humor easing the tension that had been building up between them. "Yeah, I suppose you're right,"
With that, Zafron went into the other room, washed up and changed into his guard uniform. For a guard, he was definitely becoming way too close and even he knew it. Then again, it wasn't like he hated it or wanted to stop.
'Soon...soon, you'll be mine,' Zafron thought waiting for Cassandra.
As he walked out of the changing room, the cool air hit him, bringing him back to the present. He noticed that Cassandra was still inside, changing.
He leaned against the doorfra, his mind starting to race again. 'Why is she taking so long?' he wondered, glancing at the door with curiosity.
'Maybe sothing's wrong. Is she stuck with sothing? Should I go ask' his mind quickly jumpconclusions. He shook his head, dismissing the thought. 'No, she's probably just taking her ti.'
He tried to distract himself, his thoughts wandering. 'Maybe rich kids just take their ti dressing,' he mused, a small smile tugging at his lips. 'It's probably a thing with them—carefully picking out each detail, making sure everything's perfect.'
He let out a soft chuckle. 'No wonder they always look so beautiful. Every strand of hair, every accessory, just right. It's like they have a natural talent for it or sothing.'
Zafron's thoughts were interrupted as Cassandra suddenly erged from her room. He noticed beads of sweat forming on her brow, a clear sign that she'd been struggling with sothing.
Didn't she just take her bath?
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