What's the matter with you?

She's in the middle of the pool, and she's wearing a short white dress, and she's cold, and she's got eyes on her eyes, and the man's first desire is to fly quietly, and the man's heart is running out of control when she's deliberately borrowed her hand, and she slips her finger over his neck, she's breathing in her ear, she's getting a little hotter, she's leaning from a polite conversation to a low test, she's leaning on his shoulder when the light's dark, his hands are holding her waist, the air is getting thicker and darker outside the window, and the seat is getting closer until she looks at him, like, An invitation to a secret journey destined to cross the border.