“No wonder they call this place the fairies’ cave,” I breathed, taking it all in. “It looks magical.” “I know,” Hugh agreed, swimming us over to a nearby rock. “But we can’t stay long.” “We can’t?” “Nope.” Heaving himself onto it, he turned back and held out his hand for me. Trusting him entirely, I grabbed his hand and went willingly when he pulled me out of the water and onto the rock with him. Onto his lap. “In a couple of hours this place will be underwater,” he explained, readjusting my life jacket, as he tried and failed to make more room on the rock for me. “Sorry about the seating.” He
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