Davidson's

Davidson POV

Stepping into the grand hotel, the air thick with the hum of chatter and laughter, I heard my name being called by my group of friends. "Davidson, Davidson!" their voices rang out in jovial tones, and I turned to acknowledge them with a wave and a smile. Yet, amidst the friendly banter and familiar faces, my thoughts were consumed by one name alone - Charlotte.

With a heavy heart, burdened by the memory of Charlotte's rejection and the ache of unrequited love, I sought solace by the serene waters of the hotel's swimming pool. Each step towards the pool felt like a journey into the depths of my own turmoil, a desperate attempt to quell the storm of emotions raging within me.

Standing at the edge of the pool, lost in contemplation, I was startled by the sound of my name whispered behind me. "Davidson," a voice called out, and a delicate hand brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The touch was both cold and warm, a paradoxical sensation that jolted m