Drowning With You

CH. 21 💋

LOUIE'S POV

I'm not avoiding Winter, but I sure as hell am not seeking her out. I can't believe we did that. That I did that.

I don't talk to her at swim practice. The one swim night we've had since the... encounter... has only been laps and laps to limit the amount of talking that could take place between us.

We didn't even yell at each other, since that would meaning speaking to each other. It's awful, but it's what is needed. She's nothing other than a fuck. That's what I need to remember.

Despite me being the one to initiate it all, it was a mistake. We should have never done that. Whatever happened can never happen again. It meant nothing. I can't mean anything other than nothing. I don't do anything other than one-time hook-ups and besides that, this is Winter I am talking about. I can't keep this going with the ice queen.

Throughout the week, I've gotten glares from her and a few snarky comments about my swimming. I guess I can't blame her. Something happened outside of her routine and now she's back to being her normal, cold self.

Now, it's Thursday and I'm meeting Winter at the pool in fifteen minutes. I've never dealt with this before seeing someone after a hook up. I haven't had too many, but all of them I had never seen afterwards.

But Winter is stuck with me for multiple hours a week, alone in the same room. Every time I see her, all I want to do is strip her bare and kiss her everywhere; whisper dirty words into her ears while she writhes beneath me.

I walk in a few minutes late, not even changed, because still—a part of me wants to mess with her head. She glares at me. "You're late. Again."

Rolling my eyes, I pass her and go to the locker room to change. Despite already being in her swimsuit, she follows me inside. Of course, she does.

As much as she hates me and tells me such, she loves to talk and she loves to watch me.

I love it too.

I change out of my clothes, not hiding one bit. It's not anything she hasn't seen before. I sort of want her to see it again, maybe because I want attention or maybe because I want to tease her with what she can no longer have.

Instead of talking, she stays silent, her gaze never leaving my now naked body. I continue as normal, ignoring her existence.

How can she switch up so fast after being the one to make it clear that nothing happened between us? I mean, sure, it shouldn't have happened, but she's the one who expressed just how much it 'never happened.'

Once I'm in my swimsuit, I leave her behind in the locker room. She speeds past me, a flare in her hips as she walks, then jumps into the water.

"Get in and start a 600 flutter. No arms or breaststroke kick or you restart," she demands, tripling the usual warmup and her tone is sterner, as if she's going to try catching each mistake and make me go back to the start.

She's pissed. I'm only doing what she wanted. I'm not bringing it up because it didn't happen. It shouldn't have happened. I thought we cleared that up well, obviously she is being a child about this.

I finish off the 600 on the second try, having to restart after I had gotten to around 400 meters since I had accidentally let out one breaststroke kick off the wall. The motherfucker caught it.

"1000 freestyle. Flip turns each wall, don't stop or you restart." The new order makes me want to die, but instead I nod and continue. My arms ache and I need more air than I am taking in, but once I hit the wall in completion and see Winter, I don't hesitate before grabbing her head and shoving her under the water.