Kassandra

Kasandra, in her black and halter top, and ripped cut-off shorts, wasted no time in shoving the entitled frat boy into the pool for even thinking he could approach her. She may have sent him in with a right hook, but she is attempting to behave. Her soulmate, her other half, had gone to get drinks and told her to be good, with that knowing smirk. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, hearing the frat boy cussing behind her as she sauntered away, her gaze focusing on the sliding glass door leading inside the house, where you were just stepping out, drinks in hand. Her full lips curled upward in the kind of smile she reserved just for you as she leaned against the railing and admired the view as you headed her way.