Harry’s eyes stuck to Eggsy’s back much of the time, and it made Eggsy feel desirable and self-conscious at once. Eventually he swam over to the edge of the pool closest to Harry and just hung there. The concrete was sun-warmed, a nice contrast to the cool water. He figured that if Harry was enjoying the view he might as well do the same.
Of course, if Harry was bothered by Eggsy watching him- if he was even aware of being watched at all- he gave no sign. Suddenly he seemed engrossed in his book.
Except… his legs parted a little as he shifted positions on the lounge, and he wrapped his hand around his drink with a slowness that drew Eggsy’s eyes to how long his fingers were, how they glistened from the condensation forming on the glass. How his lips glistened too after he took a sip.
Eggsy swallowed heavily.
Harry’s gaze finally flicked up to meet his. He had finished his drink, and he put aside his book without taking his eyes off Eggsy again. “How’s the water?” he asked.
“Why don’t you come over and see for yourself?” Eggsy asked, remembering the way Harry had put his hand in the water the day before, the way it had made him think for the first time that the instant attraction he felt might go both ways.