TRENT POV—
I found myself glancing back at her ever so often. If there was one thing I could say,
it was that my plan had worked perfectly well. Well, it wasn't really a plan in the first place, since I was only playing it by ear.
I watched her with her cheeks all rosy as she swam in the water, showing off her strong strokes, just because, well, she had spent most of her years growing up in the countryside in Salamina, and so she decided to show off her superior swimming skills and rub it in my face because I basically lived all my life on business trips and touring the whole of America and Britain before I was sixteen.
But of course, she didn't have to know about all of that.
A part of me felt guilty for not telling her everything about me, especially since I was getting really c
