​She Was Laughing… Until I Reached Her.

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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