RAZA
“Eyyyyy, there ya go!” I offer in encouragement as she wades into the water. Either I’m really convincing or seem safe enough or both. Never really taught someone to swim though, so if that’s what she wants, uhhh - may have to reschedule. Sinking down to cover my damp shoulders with warmer water as a light breeze blows in, I smile up at Letha. “See? Not so bad.” An understatement. I fucking love the ocean.
I wait until she’s (hopefully) more comfortable and then ask again. “So what didja mean by not sure if you can? Don’t you remember havin’ lessons or not?” I also try to keep my eyes on her face, or the lighthouse behind her, or the water, or anything except what might be underneath a damp white shirt.
God, I’m such a perv. I need to find Jack or one of the others when I get back to town.
I wait until she’s (hopefully) more comfortable and then ask again. “So what didja mean by not sure if you can? Don’t you remember havin’ lessons or not?” I also try to keep my eyes on her face, or the lighthouse behind her, or the water, or anything except what might be underneath a damp white shirt.
God, I’m such a perv. I need to find Jack or one of the others when I get back to town.
tonight the heartache's on me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
