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“Yeah Just swi, you know Like this swan dive and…” I s hard

His hand touches on my back “You learn to shen you were really little?” he asks, sounding casual

“Yeah Most people do here Because of the lake”

His finger draws on my back; it feels like a wave shape

“What about you?” I e

“Could I swim as a kid?” he asks “Yes”

He draws more waves, and I can feel him draw an umbrella “Was that a beach umbrella?” I smile

I can hear him smile back as he says, “Maybe” In an almost whisper, he says, “You feel okay?”

“Yep, all good here”

“Can you tell before it happens?”

Ezra I have this weird flash ofhis name “Sort of,” I tell him “But I think not always”

He draws a star on my back

“Starfish?” I ht from our proximity

“Maybe”

He draws a rectangle

“Rectangle?”

“Square”

Then he writes, “DG”

My fucking traitor body does this little shiver He scoots closer, wraps an arm around my waist “Still okay?” he murmurs

“You made me do that,” I whisper

“My finger?”

“Yeah”

“Sorry”

“Don’t be sorry”

He rests his cheek against hten up

I put my hand over his—over the one that’s at ainst ain

“I can hear your heart,” he says after a second

“What does it sound like?” I whisper

“Like music Boom Boom Boom” His head on me is heavy “Good and steady”

“You sleep okay last night?” I ask

“I’ood”

His head is still leaned onlove it “Did you sleep?”