Soon, we are both soaked, and my hair is shamelessly glued to my face, my shirt drips, and even his messy curls look flat from water.

We chase each other for a long time, slipping and laughing despite myself.

For the first time that day, I don't think about Carlson refusing to speak to me or Nolan talking about leaving for France soon, thereby rejecting me.

When we are both exhausted, we fall backward on the water, panting heavily as though we just survived something terrible.

"You ...