[It's enough. She needs to know it - and she doesn't care half as much about words anyway, as she cares about that telltale blush. She can tell herself a thousand times that it's just both of them using each other, but that blush and her eyes that seek it out might suggest differently, if she'd only acknowledge it.
She's out of the water now, like a mermaid coming from the sea.]
It's nothing at all.
Shall we go up and dive together this time? [She's a brat.]
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She's out of the water now, like a mermaid coming from the sea.]
It's nothing at all.
Shall we go up and dive together this time? [She's a brat.]