I frown. “I’m a better liar than you think.”
Probably not the right thing to say to him under any circumstances. But sometimes, I worry that all people see when they look at me is a naïve little i***t who’ll believe anything she’s told.
Maybe that’s who I was once. But not anymore. Not ever again.
“Is that right?”
I turn away from him. “Well, no. I just mean—I don’t know why I said that…”
He grabs my arm and twists me back around so that I’m facing him. He hasn’t acknowledged last night at all, and I’m not brave enough to bring it up on my own.
So we’ve danced around it all morning, pretending as though this is just a swimming lesson.
Instead of what it really is—an excuse to touch each other.
But, standing here in the water, I realize that there’s no reason to acknowledge somethin
