The city shimmered below—late summer heat still clinging to the skyline, lights flickering like stars scattered across the concrete. Lila and Nate had escaped to the hotel’s rooftop pool after midnight, hoping for quiet, for cool water and the thrill of doing something just a little illicit.
They weren’t alone.
Adrian was already there. Lean, shirtless, reading in the shallow end like it was the most natural thing in the world. Tattoos along his ribs, a scar at his collarbone, a book half-soaked in one hand. He looked up when they entered, and smiled like he’d been waiting for them.
“You don’t mind company?” he asked, voice low, French.
“Not at all,” Lila answered, slipping off her dress in one fluid motion. Nate followed, eyes already flicking toward Adrian with curiosity he didn’t bother hiding.
The pool was warm. Closeness came quickly—feet brushing under the water, laughter echoing against the tile, eyes lingering too long.
Adrian swam behind Lila, pressing close. “Tell me if this is too forward,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear. She leaned back into him, her hand finding Nate’s beneath the surface.
It wasn’t too forward.
Moments later, Lila was lifted onto the edge of the pool, thighs parted, water dripping from her skin as Adrian knelt between them—licking her slowly while Nate stood beside her, kissing her deeply, stroking himself to the sound of her gasps.
Then she switched—guiding Nate to lie back on the lounge chair as she straddled him, water still clinging to her body. Adrian kissed her from behind, his fingers teasing, his breath hot against her spine.
And when Nate slid into her, Adrian kissed her mouth.
The three of them moved like the city didn’t exist. No rules. Just mouths, fingers, the slickness of skin and the soft splash of water.
By the time they collapsed on the lounge chairs, breathless and soaked, dawn had begun to bloom on the horizon.
Adrian lit a cigarette, grinning.
“Midnight swims,” he said, “should always end like this.”