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“Stop running away from me, Carrot.”
“You’re already wet for me.” “Good thing you like to swim,” I said, half out of my head. “Oh, that I do,”
“If anything, you make me forget when you touch me.” Who’s the man? It’s me. I’m the man.
“Hold my hand, Carrot.”
“Where you from, camera girl?”
“You believe in fate?” “Hard not to when you’re sitting right here in front of me.”
“Go home, Ryan.” “What if home is you?”
“Did you take Jonas’s lane?” Did swimmers really fight over lanes? He made a rude sound. “I earned it.”
“You’re dating a swimmer but can’t swim?” “I can now,” I said proudly. “Barely,” Ry muttered. I gasped, swinging to face him. “But you said I did a good job.” His hand was warm when it settled over my hip, his body heat seeping through the damp towel around me. “You did, baby. But you need more practice.”
“Go swim your lap, Carrot. Then come back here so I can kiss you.”
“Ever since I met you,” he rasped, “everything else has been slightly out of focus. Like my mind takes those photographs you love so damn much, but the only thing my camera focuses on is you.”
