Jojo’s P.O.V.
I kicked off my shoes, shimmied out of my leggings (praying I wasn’t giving Raven a full-on comedy show in the process), and turned to face him. He hadn’t moved. Just sat there, watching me with an expression that was somewhere between amused and deeply, deeply considering his life choices. I put my hands on my hips.
“You coming or what?”
He exhaled, running a hand through his hair.
“I don’t know if—”
Too slow.
I turned and sprinted straight for the water.
And then, like the absolute graceful Goddess that I am, I proceeded to trip on a rock at the very last second and faceplant directly into the lake.
The good news?
I was already wet, which was the goal.
The bad news?
I had lost all dignity in the process.
I came up sputtering, hair plastered to my face, and i
