teach me how to swim

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'Can you swim?' He asks, his hands playing the strands of hair that falls from her bun.

'Yeah.' She doesn't look up from her book.

His hand stretches to tip her chin up. 'Then save me,' he stares into her crystal blue eyes, 'because I'm drowning in you.'

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