I stare down and pop another cold cut into my mouth, chewing. Did he land on his shoulder? How do you land on your frickin’ shoulder? He pops up through the surface, splashing and sputtering as he pushes his hair back over his head and glares up at me. I fight not to smile. Water hangs on his eyelashes and lips, and I’ve never seen two more pissed-off eyebrows. “You little shit!” he bellows. “Okay, yes, that was harsh. I admit it,” I tell him, teasing. “But it was only fair. I almost died that night, Damon.” “Get your ass in here, and I’ll show you what death looks like!” “Are you crazy?” I
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