Drowning With You

CH. 18 💋

LOUIE'S POV

No fucking way did that just happen. No fucking way did I just love that.

Oh my gods, I barely slept last night. It was a bad idea, duh, but I never wanted it to end. I wish I would have kissed down her chest, maybe kissed her breasts and see how she would react. Anything to be closer to her.

But then she touched the bandages I had forgotten were there. I panicked, lying that I had scratched them on the bleachers. What else am I supposed to say?

I can't tell her that I freaked out one day and decided to hurt myself. I don't do it nearly as much as I used to, but when swimming isn't enough to stop my mind from the flurry of non stop thoughts, it's the only thing that works.

Fuck. I could have kept going, ignored the interruption and kept touching her, but it bothered me too much. Such a small thing can mess up such a great moment. Fuck.

Of course, the whole kiss thing was just a midnight faze, because she doesn't like me at all, let alone like that.

But oh, it felt amazing. It felt like nothing before and that scared me. I hate how much I absolutely loved it.

Her body is a fucking masterpiece, her hair is soft and running it through my fingers... fuck. Everything I dreamed of and more— because I did dream of her. I couldn't sleep last night. I couldn't stop thinking about her like that.

And now I still can't.

Sleeping is pointless now, since someone's alarm is going off. I think it's hers, since my phone is silent.

"Winter." Beep! Beep! Beep! "Winter! Shut it off!" I cover my ears, the insistent buzzer blaring.

She mumbles something and reaches around for her phone, finally grabbing it and shutting it off. I sigh once it's back to quiet.

"Sorry." She doesn't look at me, keeping her gaze low at the covers under her.

"It's fine." Matching her emotionless attitude.

"Last night— that never happened." She tells me and I nod, not arguing about it. Why would I? It meant nothing. But what if it did?

I shouldn't be egging this on any further. It's a physical attraction, which can easily be replaced. I just need to go find some other person to screw and I'll be over her in seconds.

"Yup." I say, taking off the covers and rolling out of the bed. I head to the bathroom to change for breakfast and leave her in the bed.

Once I get back, she's already changed and fixed up her hair so it's a bit less messy. We see each other early in the morning all the time since practice is so early, but seeing her right out of bed and still just as pretty as usual is a different sight entirely.

We head to breakfast in silence, sit next to each other yet say no words to each other, then head back up to pack back up our things for day two of the meet.

I miss hearing her though, her small yapping sessions— which have stopped since last night's debacle where she kissed me.

Now I miss the taste of her. Fuck.

The short bus ride to the pool is just as silent as the rest of the morning, the torture killing me. I'm suffering.

Luckily our all team warm up and it gave me some time to try cleaning my head. It didn't really work, but I guess it felt nice to feel more woken up— since I barely slept.

After an hour of sitting across the waiting area in the gymnasium, she finally walks over to me with her deck of cards.

"Hey. Breaststroke events just started. I have around an hour until mine starts, you have probably two and a half." She states as she slowly sits next to me, most likely waiting for me to tell her to fuck off. I'm definitely not doing that.