{Latin ^ meaning moonlight} Thursday, February 3rd 2011 {Day 26}
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Stiles parked the jeep on the roadside, just a few blocks from the pool. Morwen joined him, and they both grabbed bags from the back of the vehicle.
Glancing at his phone, Stiles noted the time: 12:30 a.m. He smiled mischievously. "Are you sure about this?"
Morwen chuckled, gripping Stiles' hand tightly as they sprinted towards the pool gate. "Stiles, if we get caught, we better run like hell! I just thought we could swim and forget about all this werewolf-alpha drama."
Stiles laughed along, unable to resist Morwen's contagious excitement. He watched as they deftly used a bobby pin to pick the lock, the gate swinging open effortlessly.
As they hurried to the locker room, Morwen's voice echoed behind them. "Change your clothes and set up the speaker. Keep the volume low. I also brought a bottle."
They walked out of the locker rooms, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. Stiles settled on the edge of the deep end, dressed only in his swimming trunks. He scrolled through his playlist until he found the perfect song - "Midnight City" by M83.
Placing the speaker on the lifeguard's post, Stiles turned around, ready to share the music with Morwen. But as they emerged from the changing room, Stiles found himself momentarily speechless.
His gaze traced up and down Morwen's body, captivated by their presence. They removed a shawl that had covered their lower half, revealing a glimpse of their swimwear. Stiles was drawn to them, his heart fluttering with a mix of admiration and desire.
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"Hey," Stiles finally managed to speak, his voice slightly breathless. "I'm not sure if you'll like the song I..."
Words trailed off as their eyes met, an unspoken connection passing between them. In that moment, the music seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the electric tension in the air.
Without a word, Morwen approached Stiles, their movements filled with a subtle grace. They stood before him, their closeness intensifying the magnetic pull between them. Stiles could feel his pulse quicken, his fingers itching to reach out and touch them.
In the midst of this unspoken attraction, the world seemed to slow down. The gentle glow of moonlight bathed them, casting a soft, ethereal aura around their figures. It was as if time had stopped, allowing them to exist solely in this suspended moment.
With their hair cascading down, Morwen chuckled, their playful energy contagious. They bounded onto the diving board, their eyes fixed on Stiles, a mischievous smile gracing their lips. "What, Stiles? You're not going to stand there, are you? Jump in!"
Stiles stood by, watching them bounce up and down on the diving board, their enthusiasm infectious. With a burst of excitement, he leaped into the pool, joining them in the cool water.
