"You take the cake," he murmured back at her, arms squeezing her briefly. "I need out," he soon told her, however, reaching behind him for the towel he'd laid out before entering the pool. "You want some water?" The wine, the heat, the orgasm... they were all vying to sabotage his ability to stand upright, let alone climb out of a slippery pool. Would it be okay if he crawled back to camp?