"Not here! It's open air! There are people over there!"
She was desperately nervous, clinging tightly to Harry Hunter, refusing to let go, afraid of exposing herself in front.
Harry held her waist, feeling her soft and tender body, annoyed by his own shirt, he tore it off, buttons popping into the water.
With no clothes in the way, their skin touched, and Harry felt a comfortable urge to moan.
"It's too far away, no one can see."
Harry coaxed her, "It's getting dark soon, no one will see, just relax."
Isabella Weaver was incredibly tense, her entire being unusually sensitive, wanting him to stop this nonsense: "Didn't you say there's a dinner party? We should get changed and ready."
"There's still time, the dinner is after seven, it's only five now."
Isabella was angry and embarrassed, he was saying it was getting dark one moment and then saying it was only five the next, just doing whatever it took to sweet-talk her!
