"Zander came up to the edge of the water, a few yards downstream from the water fall. He
looked for Isabel and saw her immersed under the water fall, only a portion of her face
sticking out. She had her eyes closed and was smiling before slowly turning, almost
completely disappearing from view.
He felt himself smile too, and crouched down to collect water in the flask.
Fool. Of course she’s fine. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her clothes on the
bush. He realized that she was not fully dressed in the water. The thought of her being
naked under the waterfall excited him and at the same time scared him. He felt frozen for
a second as she backed out from under the waterfall. He didn’t know if he should go…
or wait to see if she’d go back under the water so he could escape.
His eyes involuntarily traced the outline of her body as her long wet wavy hair clung to
her. She had a white slip on, but her hair covered most of her backside, ending at the
backs of her knees. He continued to stare at her as she ran her hands down her hair,
smoothing out the brown ripples as far as her hands could reach, then bringing most of it
over her left shoulder. Her petite frame was completely visible as the slip hid nothing
now that it was wet.
He felt a strong longing to touch her and he knew it was a bad idea. He couldn’t stand
looking at her anymore; it was too much to handle. He stood to leave, but just then she
turned forward letting the water of the falls cascade down her backside. Quickly he
ducked back down, shifting so he was behind a small bush. He peered up and saw that
her eyes were closed as she tilted her head back.
He couldn’t move; he was entranced. His eyes were mesmerized as he looked from the
edge of her jaw to the v-shaped neckline of her slip, which gathered up under her breasts
bringing his attention to them; her skin was smooth and glistened in the sunlight. She
brought her hands down the sides of her head and rubbed her arms. The slip stopped just
above her knees and he could see clearly the outline of her slim legs. She was exquisite
and he wanted to go to her; to take her in his arms and kiss her. He stood up, feeling
bold, not wanting to hide what was stirring inside of him.
As he did, he startled a small animal and it thrashed in the bushes half-way between
them. His burning desire for her was quickly doused. He saw her turn her head in the
direction of the sound, rubbing her eyes. She looked around holding her hair up in her
arms, gently wring the water out. She called out a faint hello, but there was silence.
Zander ducked behind a tree and waited there, holding his breath. He heard her moving
through the water, and took a chance at glancing around the tree trunk. She had her back
to him as she picked up her clothes off the bush. He took off for the camp hoping she
had not seen him ogling her."
Zander longed for Isabelle
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