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He tilts his head and shrugs. "Sure. If you're any good."
"I think I'm decent."
"We'll see if you can keep up with me." He laughs. I'm glad I got his mind off the bruises.
"What about swimming in the ocean?" I ask him. The first part of a triathlon is an ocean swim.
He lets my hand fall away and looks back at the balcony door. "You're on your own there."
Oh, this is interesting. I cross my legs indian style and lean closer to him. "Can you swim?" I whisper.
"Not with confidence." He quirks one side of his lip up and it's adorable. The Unstoppable Foster can't swim?
"I'm actually a pretty good swimmer. I can teach you."
"No."
"C'mon it's easy. It's natural. I'll show you."
"No."
"If you're taking me biking on a road and running on the beach, I'll take you swimming in the ocean."
"Not comparable at all," he says while shaking his head. He's not going to budge on this one. Maybe if we run and bike for a long time, I'll be able to get him in the water. What a fun challenge.
"Milana?" My father calls me from the bottom of the stairs.
Foster's head turns to look at my closed bedroom door.
"He's coming. Go!" I push on his back but he doesn't budge.
He leans in to give me a brief kiss. "Meet me at the playground at Callihan's Beach at one tomorrow. Say yes."
"Okay. Just go! Go!" I push on his shoulders and scream-whisper at him. He finally stands and he's smiling as he slides out to the balcony.
My dad pounds on my bedroom door. "Milana?"
I run and open it.
"Did I hear someone in here?" He pokes his head in and examines my room.
My chest is heaving and it's hard to hide my excitement over all that just happened. "I was talking to a friend on the phone. You must have heard me."
He stares up at the hooks on the ceiling. "Take those down before we leave for Manhattan. The renters will hate that."
"Yes, Dad."
He kisses my forehead. "Goodnight."
"Night."
I close the door and check the balcony again. It looks like he made it out undetected. I'd hate to think what would happen if my dad or Donnie saw him. They'd never let me, or him, stop paying.
It takes me thirty minutes and some time alone in the shower to calm down after kissing Foster in my bed. I definitely should not go to the beach and work out with Foster tomorrow. But I won't even consider not going.
I'm not sure what will happen with Foster, but one thing I know for sure; I'm not crying anymore.
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