Thirty Two

A SUDDEN IDEA

Geneva's pov

The sight of Sophia, dancing on the edges of the pool while swaying her hips with each step, was tantalizing enough to make my body feel as if it was floating. In actuality, I was probably fumbling on my feet like an imbecilic, spellbound and hypnotized beyond repair.

I was hooked and senseless with her near by. And I didn't mind that one bit as long as she was the only one that had me tripping on air. The philosophical part of me wanted to rave over how divine she looked with the moonlight kissing the curves of her body. But I wasn't calm enough to think that so I settled on the suitable, cliché description of calling her sexy because she was every ounce of the word - and then some. Anyone who didn't see that was either blind or dumb. Or they were Remy – who happened to be both.

You had to be an idiot to let someone like her get away. Calling her sexy was misleading though because she was far more than that. If there was ever a word that maximized the de