Bonnie and Clyde: Jay
If I’d had a camera, I’d have thrown it away. No lens could’ve captured the way Mallory looked. She was half-submerged in the indigo tide, her skin pale and shimmering like sea glass. Most importantly, her green eyes were finally, finally, clear of any equations. When the adrenaline of the jump wore off, and the chill of the water started to set in, she started to shiver. Her teeth began to chatter, and I realized that while I was used to the temperature of the Gulf, she was used to climate controlled rooms and heated pools. “Okay, Scientist,” I said, my voice thick. I kept one hand on the back of her neck, guiding her toward the narrow break in the rocks where the tide wouldn’t slam us into the granite. “We need to get you out of here before you turn into an ice sculpture.” “I don’t…
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