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Have you ever had a moment of clarity? Where everything makes sense, your insecurities and worries dissolve into the ground, and your entire universe shifts on a different axis?

It's a moment where you feel like everything you're doing in your life is totally and completely right. A time you were born for, and that destiny led you on this path for this specific reason.

Well, right here in this lake, pressing my palms deeper into Grayson's chest feels like my own moment of clarity.

Pure joy and shock crosses his eyes. His heart beating under my hand stops for a brief moment as he holds onto the thin air escaping his lips.

"How is this possible?" He asks in a rushed whisper.

"I don't know, but I can physically feel you."

His hands are suddenly exploring every inch of my body. He starts on my face, running the pad of his thumb over my cheek. He makes his way down, allowing his pointer finger to gently graze my collarbone.

I can feel the butterflies erupting in my stomach. It's doing flips and turns and a million cartwheels. Nobody has ever touched me like this before.

His deep eyes roam my exposed body, and suddenly I feel nervous. I can actually pinpoint the nerves in my body.

Wanting to do the same to him, my hands move down his perfectly toned stomach. Every curve and bump on the creases of his abs are on my fingertips.

"My skin in tingling." His voice is raspy, and the sound actually makes me shiver.

"So is mine." My eyes lift up to meet his, and that's when my breathing hitches.

The way his eyes lock with mine is sending spirals of waves through my core. My mouth suddenly feels dry, my knees are buckling.

"This is amazing." I manage to say.

When he removes his hands from my skin, I feel empty. And a lot colder than before. Instead, his hands touch his own face.

"I can feel myself." He whispers, running his fingers through his wet hair.

Drifting my hands off of his stomach, I slowly place my hand over my heart. The thumping against it is enough to cause a heart attack to occur.

"My heart is beating. It's actually beating again." I gasp and keep my eyes down on my cold body. Goosebumps are forming on my skin.

"The water calmed down." Grayson points out while checking his surroundings.

My eyes shift around me, and I noticed the wind has completely stopped. "That was bizarre."

"I'm freezing." He says while rubbing his hands over his arms.

"Let's get out." I gulp and quickly rush out of the lake. The water is splashing against the sides of my legs.

I can hear his movements behind me, and all my brain can think about is his hands touching my body.

Picking up my clothes off of the ground, I quickly throw my white dress on. I'm already hating the feeling of my wet bra sticking to the dry material.

Grayson puts his jeans on, but I take notice that his white t-shirt is still hanging in his hands. I really wish he would just put it on, staring at his dripping wet body is causing my skin to feel hot.

Making my way into the cottage, my heart pumps faster in my chest. I can feel every aspect of it beating.

When I look down at my clothes, they're completely dry. I spin around, and Grayson's soaking wet body is now gone.