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standing between Greg and his ball.
Greg launched at me full force with an elbow to my chest. I didn’t know what I felt first—the warm pool water encompassing me, or the exploding pain from the impact. The pain, though, became my downfall.
Rational thought escaped me. Rational thought like, Get out of the water before you drown . Greg, I believe, was happy to have his ball and too drunk to notice the roadblock he flattened was still at the bottom of the pool.
My heart raced and an incredible amount of pressure gripped my chest. The blow must have been enough to shock my heart into an attack. I couldn’t feel my arms or kick my legs. Nothing worked. I couldn’t focus on the bubbles to figure out what direction the surface was. My vision became spotty and black. Lungs screamed for air and I was too weak to do anything, slipping away.
I was actually drowning in a pool full of people and I knew how to swim. I wondered how long it would take someone to realize there was a dead body in the pool. Would I sink or bounce on the surface like a floating chlorinator?
Closing my eyes, my thoughts drifted to my hero, the beautiful man from my dreams. I may or may not have seen him tonight. He may or may not exist. I never had a boyfriend and I’d never been kissed, but if I went out with his image on my mind, our dream kiss, that was something at least.
Vaguely, I felt two strong hands under each arm pull me through the water. My back was pressed to a firm, solid chest, rising with incredible speed. Cradled in his arms, my body swayed. The lub-dub of my heart slowed to near non-existent and the pressure in my chest wouldn’t allow me to breathe. I drifted off to the blackness.
With a jolt, my heart leapt to life and a tight, painful burn wrapped around it. Something foreign was in my lungs, a different pressure from within. Slowly, the tightness and pain subsided. I tasted chlorine and…lips? Yep, that was definitely a mouth forcing air into me, creating more pressure in my chest. I had to cough. My body jerked and I sputtered up the chlorinated water.
Whoever saved me, held my head to the side so I could expel the pool I inhaled. A hand was on my chest, under my clothing. The hand was hot, large, and definitely touching more than anyone without a medical degree had ever touched. When I finished coughing, he laid my head back down.
My pulse slowed and air came in easy currents. The pain vanished as if it never happened. Fluttering my wet eyelids open, I focused on my rescuer. I blinked not believing what I was seeing. I couldn’t be awake because inches away were those almond-shaped hazel eyes.
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Abby
Dark hair had pasted to his forehead that was creased with concern. Droplets of water fell off him and onto my face, forcing me to blink. He was breathtakingly gorgeous and the exact image from my dream. My heart quickened again at the sight of him. He must have felt it beneath his long, tanned fingers.
“It’s okay. You’re out of the water,” a low, husky voice said. Was this another dream? Was I still at the bottom of the pool dying?
My breathing slowed down and my heart relaxed into its normal rhythm again. How was that possible ? I should need a pill, but I didn’t.
His hand was still under my shirt, between and on top of my breasts, and it didn’t seem like he intended to move it.
Shooting my eyes to my chest, his cheeks reddened and dragged his hand away, leaving the skin behind warmer than the rest of me. I didn’t want to take my eyes off him out of fear I was hallucinating. If I looked away, he would turn into someone else and this wouldn’t be real.
Murmurs broke out around me, snapping me back to reality.
I choked out a rough, “Thank you.” Wasn’t my best, but considering I was brought back from the Reaper’s grip, it would do.
“Oh my gosh! Abby! Abby! Abby! You scared the hell outta me!” Melanie shrilled. Falling to my side, she yanked me into a hug. The smell of alcohol
Greg launched at me full force with an elbow to my chest. I didn’t know what I felt first—the warm pool water encompassing me, or the exploding pain from the impact. The pain, though, became my downfall.
Rational thought escaped me. Rational thought like, Get out of the water before you drown . Greg, I believe, was happy to have his ball and too drunk to notice the roadblock he flattened was still at the bottom of the pool.
My heart raced and an incredible amount of pressure gripped my chest. The blow must have been enough to shock my heart into an attack. I couldn’t feel my arms or kick my legs. Nothing worked. I couldn’t focus on the bubbles to figure out what direction the surface was. My vision became spotty and black. Lungs screamed for air and I was too weak to do anything, slipping away.
I was actually drowning in a pool full of people and I knew how to swim. I wondered how long it would take someone to realize there was a dead body in the pool. Would I sink or bounce on the surface like a floating chlorinator?
Closing my eyes, my thoughts drifted to my hero, the beautiful man from my dreams. I may or may not have seen him tonight. He may or may not exist. I never had a boyfriend and I’d never been kissed, but if I went out with his image on my mind, our dream kiss, that was something at least.
Vaguely, I felt two strong hands under each arm pull me through the water. My back was pressed to a firm, solid chest, rising with incredible speed. Cradled in his arms, my body swayed. The lub-dub of my heart slowed to near non-existent and the pressure in my chest wouldn’t allow me to breathe. I drifted off to the blackness.
With a jolt, my heart leapt to life and a tight, painful burn wrapped around it. Something foreign was in my lungs, a different pressure from within. Slowly, the tightness and pain subsided. I tasted chlorine and…lips? Yep, that was definitely a mouth forcing air into me, creating more pressure in my chest. I had to cough. My body jerked and I sputtered up the chlorinated water.
Whoever saved me, held my head to the side so I could expel the pool I inhaled. A hand was on my chest, under my clothing. The hand was hot, large, and definitely touching more than anyone without a medical degree had ever touched. When I finished coughing, he laid my head back down.
My pulse slowed and air came in easy currents. The pain vanished as if it never happened. Fluttering my wet eyelids open, I focused on my rescuer. I blinked not believing what I was seeing. I couldn’t be awake because inches away were those almond-shaped hazel eyes.
9
Abby
Dark hair had pasted to his forehead that was creased with concern. Droplets of water fell off him and onto my face, forcing me to blink. He was breathtakingly gorgeous and the exact image from my dream. My heart quickened again at the sight of him. He must have felt it beneath his long, tanned fingers.
“It’s okay. You’re out of the water,” a low, husky voice said. Was this another dream? Was I still at the bottom of the pool dying?
My breathing slowed down and my heart relaxed into its normal rhythm again. How was that possible ? I should need a pill, but I didn’t.
His hand was still under my shirt, between and on top of my breasts, and it didn’t seem like he intended to move it.
Shooting my eyes to my chest, his cheeks reddened and dragged his hand away, leaving the skin behind warmer than the rest of me. I didn’t want to take my eyes off him out of fear I was hallucinating. If I looked away, he would turn into someone else and this wouldn’t be real.
Murmurs broke out around me, snapping me back to reality.
I choked out a rough, “Thank you.” Wasn’t my best, but considering I was brought back from the Reaper’s grip, it would do.
“Oh my gosh! Abby! Abby! Abby! You scared the hell outta me!” Melanie shrilled. Falling to my side, she yanked me into a hug. The smell of alcohol
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