Chapter Twenty-two

"Marcella, it's just water. What's the worst that could happen?" He asks and I want to say,

Gee, I dunno...maybe we'll end up kissing again after another near-drowning experience. 

Maybe I'll want you to keep kissing me passionately, just like in the kitchen. 

Maybe I'll end up in your bed and begging you to do things to me....except this time I won't be drunk.

But I just shrug with a shy smile, too conscious of what I'm wearing as I'm standing so close to him.

And too conscious of how he has no shirt on, and the way the water is gently lapping against his torso.

"You're gonna need to learn to love the water before anything else." He says softly, his deep, gentle voice sounding almost harmonic.

"Love the water?" I ask, trying not to be distracted about how his eyes are a matching blue to the pool.