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He looked back at her, clearly noticing her mood shift but saying nothing about it. “Good. We’re going to learn how to do this.”
She looked up at him. “What are you getting?”
He led her down the hallway, looking around thoughtfully. “Do you still have the cube?”
She took it, following behind him eagerly.
“We can try some on,” she mused. “I’ve never worn swim clothes before.”
He pulled away a little, tensing as she kissed his mouth. The moment passed quickly and he stood up, taking her hand. “Come on. The library awaits.”
She laughed a little, pulling away from him. “Come on. Let’s go find swim clothes.”
He burst into low laughter, slipping his arms around her waist and kissing her temple. “Gods, I love you.”
She squinted at him before draping her arms over his shoulders, looking him in the eyes. “I wouldn’t lie.”
He sat up, looking at her. “Hello. Are you lost?”
She frowned at him before moving over to him, slipping her arms around his waist and giving him a quick hug. “I love being held, and I know you...
He looked up at her, raising one eyebrow. “Calliope.”
“We can figure something out,” she mused, looking over at him. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Sure,” he said, lying back on the bed. “Knock yourself out.”
She gave him a smile before nudging him with her head. “Are we going swimming?”
He was sitting on the edge of the bed and he looked up at her. “How was that?”
She seemed a little embarrassed, looking it up at him. “It’s not really exciting. I just thought it was pretty.”
"That would probably be okay. I'll help you reapply them after you're done. It might sting, though."
She nodded, offering the shell. It glimmered in the early morning light, the soft color shifting in his eyes. It wasn't very big, not much...
"Don't push your luck," he muttered, turning his head into his pillow.
