We find a hidden lake at the edge of the woods
quiet, dark, perfect.
Before I can even finish
“should we test the—”
she’s already stripping and diving in
like a daredevil with something to prove.
I stay back for a moment,
folding our clothes like the responsible adult
while she floats out there on her back,
moonlight turning her into
some cavalier little water angel.
Then she calls out
“Well? You coming in,
or do you need your mommy
to check the temperature first?”
I give her the side-eye.
She grins wider.
Fierce. Dangerous.
I strip down.
Jump in.
No hesitation.
The cold hits like betrayal
and the sound that comes out of me
is somehow less embarrassing
than what the water just did.
That’s when she loses control
laughing so hard she almost slips under,
gasping for breath.
She definitely planned this,
I mutter.
But as I start swimming toward her
the laughter wavers.
Just a little.
Then stops.
Her eyes follow me across the water
like she suddenly remembers
I can swim fast.
The lake goes quiet again
by the time I reach her.
My hands slide around her waist
under the surface.
She’s the one who shivers now.
Not from the cold.
“Not laughing anymore?”
I murmur.
She shakes her head.
Her grin softens,
tilts into something slower
hungrier.
And just like that
her little prank melts away,
leaving the lake warm around us.
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