“You got hairy,” Mathias said.
“You didn’t.” With the next race about to start, smack talk seemed like a good idea as he stood beside me stretching, and I did my best not to stare. “Don’t worry. Some boys just bloom late.”
His loud, dorky chuckle made half a dozen other swimmers look our way. “Shaved it all off to gain more speed, for your information.”
“Ah.” I rubbed my chest hair with one hand, literally petting myself, like I often did the family cat. My other hand, it was in front of my face, as a shield to cover my jacked-up smile. “I don’t need to,” I said from behind it. “I’m fast enough.” My big mouth might have been writing a check my backstroke couldn’t cash.
“Ah.”
“So, prep school?” I asked.
“My dad’s job moved north, so…AMP is one of the best schools in the state.”
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