“I have the afternoons free,” I said. “Maybe I’ll see you around.” “Maybe. How strong a swimmer are you?” “Decently so.” “Shame,” Freddy said, his lips spreading into a flirtatious grin. “I’m certified in mouth-to-mouth.” “Good to know,” I said. “I’ll make sure you’re around before I start drowning.” Suddenly he was kneeling back on the towel. “We could practice now.” I pushed his chest away playfully and he tumbled over into the sand, clutching his heart. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Get up, you fool.” “I can’t. I’m mortally wounded. Only true love’s kiss will break the spell.”
