Two weeks had passed quickly. It’s Friday night and the weather is a little hot. Ashton is in his study room, he said he needed to discuss some documents with my dad. Ashton asked me to wait for him by the pool. He has a nice, modest pool at the back of his house. And I have long wanted to swim in it since I got here.
Ashton usually hangs out at the pool every Friday night or Saturday morning. I knew it from those times when I was still avoiding him. I decided to sit by the pool and dangled my feet in the water. I watched the blue light from the edges as it was illuminated in the water.
“Are you ready to go for a swim?’
I might have been so lost in my thoughts that I did not notice Ashton had returned. He stood beside me and I realized he had changed into his board shorts.
“Sorry to st
