[ and there was the price of his phrasing. there's the brush of knees, the slide of her fingers, and oh, this was going to be the hall closet all over again, only he was going to have to figure some way to stay above the water and maintain some sort of dignity. not that his dignity had impressed her at all. asha seemed to find him amusing no matter what he did with himself. ]
No. But they may think the pair of us staying out here so long strange.
[ there's a hitch in his voice, a catch that betrays his interest even when he keeps his face stern. when his finger hitches into the band of her swimsuit, it's to tug her gently alongside the bouy. not quite out of sight, but better concealed. as if that made any difference, when they were so far out.
wait, wait, is what he should say. wait until we've swum back. but like so much else that happens, her hand stays and his hand stays and he doesn't take his away. ]
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No. But they may think the pair of us staying out here so long strange.
[ there's a hitch in his voice, a catch that betrays his interest even when he keeps his face stern. when his finger hitches into the band of her swimsuit, it's to tug her gently alongside the bouy. not quite out of sight, but better concealed. as if that made any difference, when they were so far out.
wait, wait, is what he should say. wait until we've swum back. but like so much else that happens, her hand stays and his hand stays and he doesn't take his away. ]