She beats you

As they wrestle in the water, Ryan can't help but notice how Luna's body feels against his. Her soft skin, her toned muscles, the way she writhes and twists in his grasp... it's driving him wild with desire.

He can feel his cock straining against his swim trunks, hard and aching for release. He tries to shift his hips away from Luna, not wanting her to feel his arousal. But it's a losing battle. Every time she presses against him, every time her hands brush against his body, his cock throbs with need.

Luna seems oblivious to his predicament, focused solely on the wrestling match. She dunks him under the water again, her laughter echoing in his ears. When he surfaces, gasping for air, she's right there, her face mere inches from his.

“Give up yet?” she taunts, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Ryan swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He wants to kiss her, to taste her lips, to feel her tongue in his mouth. But he knows he can't. Not here, not now. Not with her friends watching.

So he just grins, his eyes dark with desire. “Never,” he says, his voice rough with want.

She continues to have control of him within the water. Once she’s had enough of this game, Luna shoves Ryan away, her face flushed with exertion and something else he can't quite identify. Frustration? Desire? He's not sure, but he knows he wants to find out.

“Back off,” she snaps, her voice sharp and cutting. “I'm done playing around with you.”

Ryan holds up his hands in surrender, a rueful grin on his face. “Alright, alright. I can take a hint.” He swims back, putting some distance between them.

Luna's friends are still giggling, their eyes darting between the two of them. Ryan can feel their curiosity, their speculation. He wonders what they think of him, of the way he and Luna were grappling in the water.

He glances at Luna, trying to read her expression. But she's turned away from him, her arms crossed over her chest. He can see the tension in her shoulders, the way she's holding herself apart from the rest of the world.

Ryan sighs, his heart heavy with longing. He knows he can't **** this, can't make Luna feel something she doesn't. All he can do is wait, and hope that someday she'll see him the way he sees her.

For now, though, he'll content himself with watching her from afar, with dreaming of the day when he can finally claim her as his own.