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Thankfully, she doesn’t do either.

At first, she shuts her eyes, then her tongue begins massaging mine.

I close my eyes, too, savoring the moment.

Our bodies jolt suddenly but I chalk it up to mine convulsing from lack of oxygen. This is the last thing I’m going to feel.

I lower one hand down her back to her ass and pull until we’re flush against each other.

This is the last thing I’m going to feel. Her.

She moans, a noise I can’t really hear but can definitely feel. And taste. It’s the best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue and I want more.

My cock is just starting to thicken against her core when she ends the kiss and pushes me away from her. We surface the next instant, then she’s dragging me to the edge.

Did she… Was she only kissing me to distract me?

It still counts. I don’t give a fuck. Regardless of the reason, Kota kissed me back. She even moaned.

“What happened?” she demands.

I don’t answer her because I fucking can’t. I’m out of breath. Literally.

Also, anything I say will just make things worse. People are staring.

She waits until we’re up the ladder to voice what I’m sure everyone else is wondering. “Can you not swim?”

“Of course I can.”

As we accept the towels handed to us, I ignore all the people asking, “Are you okay?”

They think I can’t swim and had to be rescued by a girl. A tiny girl at that.

I mean, I can’t, and I did, but it’s not like that’s what I wanted. Kota chose to come after me. She didn’t have to. She could’ve let me drown.

I don’t know why she didn’t. It’s not like she gave a single shit about me before I went into the water. She couldn’t even be bothered to look at me. Now she’s my savior.

Fuck her and fuck all these people looking at me like I’m a pussy. I’m not a pussy. Never fucking have been, never fucking will be.

“It didn’t look like you—”

“Jesus fuck, do you ever stop talking?” Waiting until it’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop in here, I say, “Guy, come shut your bitch up before I do it myself.”

Kota’s eyes narrow a second before she lashes out.

Onto Stepsis’s knee-jerk reactions now, I’m already reaching for her, and with one hand, I shove her backward into the pool, towel and all, before she can even connect whatever-the-fuck fist she’s got going.

Her man nowhere to be found, I stroll out of the natatorium untouched.

Here I thought it’d be exciting leaving my fate in the hands of a five-foot-tall cheerleader. Now I know better. Shit’s just embarrassing.

“Aw, he didn’t even give me a chance,” Guy says with a laugh.

“What?” I snap, squeezing my hair with a towel. A new one.

“To shut you up.”

“Nice,” I all but snarl. He didn’t even come help me out of the pool. Not that I needed it, but he could’ve at least tried. At. Least.