"Trust me." he whispers into my ear.
I cringe.
I swirly pink image forms in my mind.
"Cinnamon buns," I sigh, unaware that I just said it aloud.
He looks questioningly at me.
I giggle and shake my head. His breath smells like Cinnamon buns.
"Are you ready?" Finnick says, breaking the trance.
I nod and a wave of cinnamon warmth rushes over me as he takes my hand, gently.
He tugs lightly and pulls me into the water.
I do a girly EEK due to the chilly water. I can't help it. Seriously. It's what I always do.
"Don't worry" he laughs, "It's always scary in the beginning."
I laugh along nervously, with my cheeks reddening.
Let's learn to hold your breath first.
I nod, wanting to impress.
He holds my hand and I inhale and put my head under water for approximately 60 seconds.
When I lift my head up, he looked pale.
"I thought you drowned," Finnick breathes, shaking his head, "I've never seen someone hold a loger breath."
"I guess I'm just a natural." I wink and stick out my tongue.
He shakes his head and disgust and we proceed to the next lesson. Floating.
We continue to practice. Giggle. Practice. Giggle.
"Um... Criss..."Finnick finally says nervously.
I feel cold water prickling my back. What if he asks me to go out with him? That's stupid. What if he asks me to marry him? No. Way. I'm too young...
I look at him attentively and smile.
"Yes?" I giggle nervously.
"Sorry, I have to go now, I'm meeting someone."
"Oh."
Sigh. Why do lessons end so quickly?
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Love or Life?
RomanceLove or Life. A simple choice. Either A or B or...C? Criss, an aspiring Olympics diver and swimmer, accidentally falls off the diving board after catching a glance of a hot lifeguard. The lifeguard, Finnick Younger, offers to teach Criss how t...
