Night swim

Dido’s lips curved in a peculiar way. “Wanna go for a swim?” she asked. Midnight. Sonia knew it but grabbed her bikini and towel anyway. “You won’t need that,” Dido said, already slipping off her clothes. Sonia hesitated, then obeyed. The night air tasted like salt and invitation. No one would see. Dido’s eyes promised her fingers would, eager to work heat through Sonia’s skin, to trace the soft places the water would hide.