I thrashed in the water, struggling to keep my head above the surface. What was I doing? I knew how to swim. Then why was I subconsciously attempting to drown myself? Probably because Desmond was going to kill me anyway after reading my texts with Elaine. As I was deciding whether to live or die, I felt a powerful set of arms pushing me out of the water and dragging me to the shore.
My heart knew who it was, and I could recognize that body from a mile away, but I was too afraid to meet his eye.
Once we were on the shore, Desmond put me on the ground. To avoid his wrath, I pretended to be unconscious.
“If you were expecting me to give you CPR, let me tell you it won't happen. You did an amazing job of preventing water from entering your lungs for someone who doesn’t know how to swim,”
