Abby shook her head, her eyes still stinging. When she turned left, Jordan was there.

“Race you,” she said, for the second time that day. The first time, Abby had lost. She was determined not to do so again.

They were in front of everyone else. Abby kicked her feet, clear water ahead as they entered the cave. Up above were incredible rock formations carved from the teeth of nature. Without the sun overhead, the temperature dropped considerably, and they were plunged into semi-darkness as they raced for the far side of the cave.

Abby touched first, just ahead of Jordan. She took a deep breath, but ducked under the water at the same time. Bad mistake. She swallowed a ton of salt water. She broke the surface, choking. She bet she looked a sight.

Before she knew it, Jordan was behind her, her arms wrapped around Abby’s waist.

Jordan pressed down on her stomach.

Abby coughed. A small fountain of water spurted out of her mouth.

Jordan gave another press.

Abby duly coughed up more water. But that was the end of it, and then she was just coughing, trying to regain her equilibrium.

Jordan swam around to Abby’s front, hooking Abby’s arm around her neck to steady her. “You okay?”

Abby nodded. “I just want to say, even though I nearly swallowed the sea and am currently hanging off you like a straggly piece of seaweed, I won the race. Granted, not many style points, but I definitely won.”

Jordan gave her a grin. “You absolutely did.” She dropped her gaze to Abby’s cleavage, before moving it upwards.

Abby wasn’t sure which was worse. Jordan staring at her tits, her mouth, or into her eyes. Every part of her body and every inch of the air between them was loaded. It was delicious, but it was also purgatory.

She had to move, but she seemed frozen to the spot.

Besides, her arm was crooked in such a comfortable position around Jordan’s neck. She was almost sitting in her lap.

Think about something else. “Good move with the Heimlich,” Abby said. She could hear everyone else, but there was nobody else in her eyeline.

Jordan smiled. “I learned first aid at my old job, and it’s come in handy on hen weekends I’ve been on. You’d be surprised at the amount of mishaps that occur.”

Abby’s heartbeat thudded in her chest as Jordan’s voice dropped lower as she spoke, her tongue brushing her lips.

It would be so easy to lean forward now. To kiss her full lips in the semi-light of the cave. Instead, she pushed herself off the wall, rolled onto her back and stared up at the cave’s roof. It was far more calming than staring at Jordan’s lips.