Diving in Love (ON HOLD)

Diving in Love (ON HOLD)

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I wrote this book a long time ago, and I don't think I'll ever continue it, but I like to laugh at it. (sorry it never got to the roll the credits part </3) - "I know you're falling for me, don't deny it" He whispered in a low deep voice near my ear, as his arm snaked around my waist. My brain was telling me 'Slap his fucking muscular arm away' but my heart that was beating faster and faster screamed 'Yesssss this is your chance'. "What if someone sees us?" I said looking around. He chuckled "Who goes to a lap pool at midnight?" "Ummm us apparently?" I said. And then I felt his hand lightly touching the bottom edge of my bathing suit. I felt the electricity. "Don't deny the attraction and chemistry between us because I know you feel it too" He said. I decided not to slap his hand away. I moved closer towards him. He tensed by my sudden movement, surprised with my confidence. I moved even closer so that I could feel his rock-hard abs through the fabric of my bathing suit. I lightly touched his abs (it felt amazing for anybody wondering) and slowly moved my hand down. Grayson's face was priceless but I bit my lip to hold my laugh in. I saw his eyes flutter down to my lips. I leaned in towards him, and he leaned towards me... -------------- Ella Beaumont is excited to become a junior but it quickly comes crashing down when the office tells Ella that there's not enough room for her in the dorms (like what?! shouldn't they be prepared for stuff like this.) But Ella is quickly informed that one of her fellow swim teammates by the name of Grayson Davenport whose also training for the Olympics is willing to house her for free as long as she cooks every meal for him. Sounds amazing right? Well, not when your roommate is cocky, always hungry, and egotistical. During one night they both get a little drunk. But what happens when another love interest gets involved, and that live interest turns out to be the schools QB. #144 IN SWIMMING AND #93 IN SWIM TYSM LY
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This story is y/n (you) falls in love with a football player (an oc of mine). More info: Y/N is a 16 going on 17 year old female, in her Junior year of high school. It's her first day at a new school, a random person Airdropped her something and they begin to chat. This mystery guy is 17 and also his Junior year and is a football player. She knows nothing about him so she's determined to learn more. What she finds out shocks her completely. Preview: "Y/n! Come on let's go!" "Yeah! You are going to make us late!" "God! I'm coming I'm coming! I just needed to grab something." I said walking out to them. "Is that a book?" "Yeah- I really need to know what happens! I'm almost done with it, once I finish I'll watch the game don't worry." I assured the two of them. "Okay want ever you say." We left to go to the game finding a close-to-the-front seat. The three of us sat, we already bought some drinks and snacks. The game soon started and I began to read. "Player down!" Someone yelled as they ran a crossed the field. My head snapped up to get a look and I saw number 22 sitting up with one leg bent and the other laying on the ground. He seamed calm. "Alright, let's get you up," some one said kneeing next to number 22. "No no, I'm fine. Help them, they may be out, he is not responding to me." 22 insisted. Once the others heard this they ran to the other person, 85 from the other team. 22 glanced at the bleachers, briefly making eye contact with me, he then quickly looked back, almost as if doing a double take. He held the eye contact this time, I gave him a small smile and he gave me a sweet smile. "He smiled at you!" "It was just a smile," I said going back to my book. "You have a crush." "You definitely do, but we won't say anything, yet." I rolled my eyes at both of them. They were right, no, maybe. He was cute, the way his hair fell, and how he put the other player before himself. I thought it was cute.

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