CAMILLA
This moment right here feels perfect. Too perfect if you ask me. We are all on the shallow ends, with Leo floating on his back and I have placed Max on him while I am flapping my legs, just watching the two.
“When you insisted on coming here, I thought you were at least a decent swimmer.” Leo muttered. Oh, I am more than a decent swimmer.
“Watch this, asswipe.” Without a warning, I dived in. I stayed underwater for about a minute or so, before coming up for air. In an attempt to show off, I easily took turns using different strokes, and could tell my mate was impressed. The topic never came up, so he doesn't know I am a seasoned swimmer. Werewolves are naturally afraid of water. Especially deep ones. That's why my father was uncompromising in his need for me to learn to swim at
