Be Quiet

EZEKIEL

“Whiskey and swimming? That’s a dangerous combination,” Vivienne laughed and it sounded heaven in my ears.

“Only if you can’t handle it,” I teased, walking over to where my resort’s staff had stashed drinks earlier. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and two small glasses, raising them in her direction. “Come on, just a sip while we float around.”

She hesitated for a second. Then she shrugged while still smiling. “Alright, why not?”

We walked over to the pool, the cool night air brushing against our skin. I poured a small amount of whiskey into each glass and handed one to her. We clinked our glasses together with a soft “cheers,” and both took a sip.

The whiskey burned a little, but it felt good, warming me from the inside out.

“Back to the pool then?” I asked, motioning toward the water.

Vivienne took another sip of her drink and nodded. “Let’s do it.”

We stepped into the pool, and the water was cool against our skin but not too cold. I floated over to Vivienne, keeping a pla