"Generally speaking, I'm a rare breed. Braddock stock; our women are tough, our men are large. But rarely switched, I find." He smirked a little and narrowed his eyes with interest, "Have you ever been?" He was fairly sure the dreamy-eyed thing before him was just exercising a line. Ormand sounded familiar, though, so he doubted she had lived her entire existence out on a single continent. Damn.
It drove him mad when he was behind on his homework. Ormand. The name matched her face. Strong, exotic. He watched as her chest sank below the water line and the bubbles roved her collar bones. Blink.