Elara's POV
"I know a place," Samuel said, setting down his coffee cup. "A friend of mine runs a swim center about five kilometers from here. Private facility, clean, quiet, good instructors on staff. We could go this morning."
Mia looked up from her croissant.
She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. The wanting was right there in her face.
I thought about yesterday. The pool deck. Lily in the water, fast and fearless, and Mia watching her with that same look.
"Alright," I said.
Mia's whole face changed.
I chose the most conservative swimsuit I owned. Dark navy, high-necked, the kind I'd bought specifically because it covered everything and asked nothing of anyone.
I changed in the locker room and came out to find Samuel already at the pool's edge, crouching down to Mia's leve
