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Nathaniel “Fuck!” I kick my shoes away and run to the pool. Where Gwyneth just jumped in because she wasn’t thinking and she’s drunk as fuck. If she had access to her brain, she would’ve remembered that she doesn’t know how to swim. She’s the type who always has some sort of a crutch, even when she’s in the shallow end of the pool. No matter how much King tried to teach her, she never learned to swim. The seconds tick by like a damn lifetime the more she doesn’t resurface. She’s not even flailing around like she usually does when the crutches are taken away. I curse under my breath as I plunge in after her, diving deep into the cold water. The more time I spend getting to her, the harder my fucking heart beats. It doesn’t slow down even after I grab her by the arm and haul her to the surface. She splutters for breath, coughing and choking on water. Her legs circle my waist and she uses me as a lifeline. Her entire body is wrapped around mine as I swim to where I can stand. I grab her b