Kristen
The water was shockingly cold, despite the humid summer night. It took my breath away but it didn’t put out the fire in my veins. I surfaced with a gasp, treading water in a pool that was surprisingly deep, against a current that was sucking on my legs, threating to pull my shoes off my feet.
There was a splash, and Ezra surfaced beside me. “You crazy woman!” He said, slicking his hair back out of his eyes. “Didn’t you see the signs?”
“What signs?”
He pointed a finger toward the bank. “The “Danger, No Swimming” signs that are posted every ten feet around the pool.
“I guess I missed it,” I said sheepishly. “I’m just…so hot and so…” my eyes zeroed in on his lips, and I couldn’t look away. I felt like the water in the pool should be steaming like a pot about to boil.
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