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water sheets down his shoulders and his coat flattens against it show off muscle, and she stared openly like it was a show intended for her with half-lidded eyes flicking up and down whatever parts of him were visible, one corner of her mouth curling up.

shameless as sin, twice as obvious. she wouldn’t mind having such a view all to herself, as he suggested. “yeah, yeah,” she muttered, but it came out softer, almost a hum. “only swim-partner. fine. twist my leg.” the girl’s eyes flick up to find his gaze already trained to her.

his comment makes her still. breathlessly, her lashes flutter—oh. she didn’t flinch, didn’t blush, but her pupils tighten with a sharp and sudden interest. discomfort is not the word she would match the feeling in her stomach to. “okay,” the look on her face clarifies her meaning: it is not a dismissal, nor is it a no.

her chin follows him as the man draws himself from the lake, moving just past her shoulder. it’s too late when she realizes why—“nononodon’tyoudare—!” too late indeed. a blast of frigid spray smacks her straight across the face and chest and she squawks, undignified, before snapping her teeth at the air, sputtering out lakewater and laughter both. “shameless ass.”

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