-into the pool, fully clothed. Where he sinks to the bottom, clutches his head and screams his head off.
He'll drown if I don't do something. So I do what I know, I jump in after him. Still in the hated red dress
He screams and screams sending off a mass of bubbles. I tug him up, and force him to surface. Where he gasps for air. I briefly wonder if he was trying to drown himself. Maybe not consciously, like me with the roof I guess.
He looks at me. I can't read his expression. His eyes are red from crying. His lips parted slightly from heavy breathing and maybe a bit of shock to see me.
"Rose," he croaks out hoarsely.
I throw my arms around his neck, and he cinches himself around me.
"I know," I whispered. "Steve told me everything," Clint stroked my wet hair and knelt down in the water taking me with him. My dress billowing up about me.
"Thought I lost you," his voice was rough and scratchy from all the screaming. His fingers ran through my hair and over my wet dress.
"I thought you were cheating on me, I thought you didn't love me," my voice broke.
His lips silenced my own. I had no doubt that he loved me now. His kiss was warm and wet. I wouldn't have it any other way.
A piercing scream interrupted our hot moment.
