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I pressed my face against his chest and closed my eyes.
“Let’s do this,” I said with more confidence than I possessed.
“One, two,” he counted and before he said three, we were falling.
A scream tore through my chest and the shrill sound of it probably busted Trace’s eardrum, but he simply laughed in elation.
My stomach was in my throat but Marcus was right. I felt like I was flying. Like nothing coul
d touch me or stop me. In that moment, we were invincible.
My eyes had opened and I looked down at the water shining below us, if I reached my hand out my fingers would graze the top of it, but I was too scared to let go of Trace.
The cord rebounded and we went flying up in the air again. I held on tight to him, burying my face in his shirt to muffle my screams.
Eventually the cord settled and we swung back and forth slowly.
“Ready?” Marcus yelled down at us.
Trace must have given him a thumbs up—or maybe he said something and I was still in shock and couldn’t hear him—regardless, we fell into the icy water.
I hadn’t expected the water to be that cold and came up sputtering. My teeth clattered together as I looked around for Trace. He surfaced in front of me, shaking his hair out of his face.
“It’s freezing,” I said unnecessarily as we swam to shore. Somehow, when they’d released us from the bungee cord we’d come undone from each other. “And now we’re in wet clothes.”
I stretched out on the shore, taking a moment to let the hot sun shine against me.
“Yeah,” he shook his head like a dog, sending water droplets everywhere, “I didn’t think about that part.”
“Obviously,” I wrapped my arms around my chest as a shiver rocked my body.
“Come on,” he hauled me up, “they have towels up there.”
He located a path that led back up to the bridge and took my hand to keep me from slipping.
We rounded the corner and the group faced us with wide smiles.
“How was it?” Marcus asked, appearing with two towels. Bless him.
“Awesome,” Trace grinned, drying his hair with the towel. Guys had it so much easier. It wasn’t fair.
“Spectacular,” I admitted reluctantly, accepting the towel from his outstretched hand. “I’m sorry if I hurt your ears,” I laughed, looking up at Trace.
“I’ll live,” he winked, removing his shirt and drying his chest. I’m pretty sure I heard one of the girls gasp.
I dried my arms with the towel and wrapped it around my shoulders for a bit of warmth. I had an elastic on my wrist and used it to secure my wet hair in a messy bun.
I found a spot to sit down in the sun and Trace joined me, stretching out his legs, and kicking off his boots.
“Still want to kill me?” He asked.
I giggled, unable to answer him. A stubborn piece of hair was sticking straight up on top of his head. I reached up, smoothing it down, before answering him.
“No,” I smiled at him. “I’m glad you made me do that.”
His grin widened. “Can I get that in writing?”
“Quit it,” I punched his arm lightly. “You know,” I looked down at my shriveled fingers, “it’s fun to do stuff that most people are afraid to do. I like that you push me to try new things and to not be so…scared.”
