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“What? She’s hot.”
Indeed, she was. The swim teacher, in the most basic terms, was a ten. Maybe an eleven.
Long, flowing brown locks that shone under the sun. Flawless golden skin over impressively toned muscles. Her legs were long, and underneath her simple black one-piece was some tasteful cleavage that had even me tilting my head to the side to study her proportions.
She slid into the pool like a mermaid, coiling all that hair onto the top of her head with a neat flick of her wrist. And when Liam said something, she tipped her head back and laughed, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth.
“Oh, sure, he’s so fucking funny,” I muttered.
He was sitting on the edge of the pool, his legs in the water and a dark shirt covering his chest. Mira was clinging to his arm, refusing to get in.
I chewed on my bottom lip, fighting the urge to go out there to help.
“What are you thinking so hard about, my girl?” Mom asked.
I flipped the camera around. “Nothing.”
She eyed me. “Lying helps no one, Zoe.”
“I bet she wakes up with her hair like that. Not a single strand out of place.”
Mom smiled. “Yours looks ... nice too.”
“I went out last night, and I haven’t showered yet.”
“I can tell.”
The instructor moved toward Liam and Mira, leaning in and speaking softly until Mira begrudgingly let go of Liam’s arm, then reached her hands out to the teacher.
She had a name, of course. And that was beautiful too.
Lizette De Luna.
Like angels and moonbeams and glitter all rolled up into one neat little package. With really great hair and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of.
“What’s the face?” Mom said.
I dredged up the words because there was no point in lying. “I feel like I’m in high school again. Watching the pretty girl get the attention from the popular athlete.”
My mom hummed. “I didn’t know that bothered you so much.”
“It didn’t,” I said truthfully. “But I was still aware of it. Knowing something is true doesn’t always mean you’re mad about it, you know?I was the quiet girl who was more focused on my homework than the boys. So they didn’t really notice me.”
Mira said something to Liam before she conceded her edge of the pool, and he listened before giving a short nod.
Into Lizette’s arms Mira went, but she clung to the woman’s neck.
Lizette backed into the pool, clearly trying to soothe a very nervous Mira. And, I swear, I would’ve watched them like a hawk, but Liam reached a hand behind his neck and tugged his T-shirt off.
I almost dropped my phone into the sink.
His back was all rippling muscles, his ink-covered arms and shoulders carved with a friggin’ chisel. His shoulders were wide and strong, his waist trim, and when he hopped down into the water and turned toward Mira, I caught my first glimpse of his chest and stomach.
The smattering of dark hair over his pecs and the thin line that led down the stacks of ab muscles had my heart fluttering unevenly deep inside my chest.
My mom cleared her throat, and I blinked a few times. “What did you say?” I asked, only slightly out of breath.
“Nothing.” Her eyes were knowing and the smile clear in her voice.
