float â–² logan + catalina, trinity
A ring of silver keys in hand, Logan made his way from his car to the gated public pool, his footsteps against the pavement loud in contrast to the silent atmosphere of night. He reached the iron fence, inserted a key into the lock, and toyed with it until the door swung open, leaving a creaking noise to echo into the sky. Gently pulling the gate closed behind him, though resting it against the unsecured lock for his friends' easy entrance, Logan strode to the array of laid-out chairs, sliding his shirt off his toned torso. His bottom half already in swimwear uniform and his feet now free from his shoes, Logan was in full attire for the occasion, simply missing his two buddies to complete the look. In an attempt to supply the wait with a certain patience, he dropped his back to hit the fabric-clad cushions underneath him, bringing his hands up to rest beneath his tousled-haired head.
