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☆A Z O R A☆

We walk to the pool, and I watch as Nio throws off his shirt and jumps on the pool.

I roll my eyes at my brother and watch as Ezra removes his shirt.

How much does that man work out?

I see tons of tattoos on his chest too.

"My eyes are up here, love." Ezra says.

I roll my eyes and throw off my shirt and my jeans, leaving me in a black bikini.

I watch as Ezra's eyes trail up my body, his eyes turning dark.

"My eyes are up here, love." I say.

He smiles and takes out his phone, his lighter and the box of cigarettes from his pockets and throws them on the lounge chairs.

I dip my foot in the water, and thankfully its not freezing.

The thing is, I can't swim. I have a deep fear of swimming.

I sit on the edge of the pool and swing my legs in the water and watch as everyone else has fun.

I've tried to learn how to swim, I failed miserably.

Ezra frowns when he sees me and gets closer to me.

Since he's inside the pool, I'm a little taller than him.

He looks up at me, water dripping down his chest and face.

"You're not swimming?" He asks, looking up at me.

I shake my head. "I can't swim."

Ezra shakes his head with a smile on his face. "I'll teach you."

"No thanks. I'm also very much scared of swimming." I mumble.

Without a warning, Ezrs grabs my waist and pulls me in.

I squeal, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"Ezra." I say, in a shaking voice.

"Calm down, love. Relax." He mutters.

"How am I supposed to relax when my feet aren't even touching the ground?" I ask.

"I'm not letting you go. I promise you'll be fine." He says.

His hands slide down to my hips and he squeezes them, before we start moving.

I think I'm really red. I think im blushing.

"Hey, watch your hands!" Nio screams from the other side.

Ezra smirks. "No thanks."

I shake my head at him.

Soon, he let's go of me and im walking in the water.

He took me to the shallow part of the pool, so I'm able to touch the ground.

"See? You're fine." He says.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, okay."

"Your welcome, love." He says.

I smile and swim away, far from him.

He's really annoying and bothering. I really freaking hate him.

Why does he have to be so nice though?

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Its about 12PM, and we've been swimming all day.

At some point we went to the beach and then went back to the hotel and swam in the pool.

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