GABRIELLE’S POV
Cold water slapped my face before my brain understood what happened. One moment I was fighting over a half-bottle of scotch.
The next thing I knew, I was underwater, kicking my legs like those useless fish I used to overfeed as a kid.
I burst up first, gasping for air, my hair sticking to my face, and my dress floating around me. And there he was — Damon — rising out of the water like this was a normal Tuesday activity for him.
He pushed his wet hair back with one hand, completely calm, while I sputtered beside him.
“You—” I pointed at him, water dripping down my arm. “You did this.”
He looked at me with that blank and emotionless expression I was already getting used to.
I gasped as I stared down at my dress. “Look at me. I’m completely wet because of you.”
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