Chapter 7: Chills (Claire's POV)
It was currently midnight and I could not sleep. "God, what the hell?" I groaned into my pillow. Screw it. I'm doing it.
I stood up and opened the closet, grabbing a bikini from the basket inside where I threw all my bathing suits. It was a simple black one. I went to the bathroom and changed, grabbing a towel with me. I opened the door, peeking out. Nobody. I tiptoed down the stairs and out to the back.
I unlocked the door and closed it quietly, softly stepping on the grass. I looked up, you could see Leo's window from here. I didn't see any lights on so I ran to the pool. I threw my towel on the ground and slowly sat down, dipping my legs in before I gently got in.
It was deep. Really deep. Like eight feet or maybe more. And kind of cold.
I took a deep breath before dunking my head in. I stayed under the water until I needed more air and then stuck my head up. I swam a few lengths and once I was tired, I started floating on the water, feeling weightless.
I heard someone calling my name but it came muffled because my ears were under the surface of the water. I opened my eyes and straightened up. I looked up and saw Leo standing there, his arms folded across his chest.
"What? You said I could swim," I replied, giving him a pointed look.
"Yes, I did. Tomorrow. Not in the middle of the night," he said.
"You never said not in the middle of the night," I grinned, kicking around in the water.
He sighed and stared at me for a minute. "Get out."
"Why? I was having fun," I pouted but began swimming to the ladder anyway. I pushed myself out of the water, my grip tight on the ladder while I climbed out. I squeezed the water out of my hair while walking to where I left the towel which was not too far from him.
What if I push him in?
"You can't," he said.
"Did I say that out loud?" I asked.
"Yes," he nodded, looking anywhere but at me.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion but I ignored it and walked over, picking up the towel. I bet I could push him in. "Wait a second," I dropped the towel, "Why can't I swim in the middle of the night? And why can't you swim in the middle of the night?" I asked.
"Because it's the middle of the night, get your towel," he ordered.
"No," I argued.
His eyes snapped to me and he stiffened pretty evidently. His eyes traveled, up then down, then up again before settling at mine. I felt chills, you guys. Chills. But I couldn't tell if that was from the breeze blowing and drying the cold water on my skin, or his eyes. "You're gonna catch a cold," he said, picking up the towel and holding it out for me to take.
"Oh, is that what you were worried about?" I smirked.
He pulled the towel back before pushing me into the pool. I kicked off the floor and to the surface, half choking, half laughing. "Are you crazy?" I laughed while climbing back out.
"Done?" he asked.
I laughed while grabbing the towel, wrapping it around myself. "Yeah," I chuckled. I tiptoed back inside with him both of us stopping and glancing and my wet and now grassy feet. I hate when grass gets stuck to your feet. "Oops. You should put a doormat out there," I mumbled, hugging the towel.
"Dry yourself," he demanded.
"How do I dry my feet without ruining your towel? And how do I walk in there without ruining your floor?" I deadpanned.
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