ILIANA’S POV
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“We should go swim, it’s hot.” Drystan falls onto his back, his chest rising with a steady beat as he stares up at the ceiling. I don’t want to go swim. I want to stay here, with him. “Can’t we—” The words get stuck in my throat as he abruptly gets up, avoiding eye contact with me as he snatches two towels from the bathroom, and he stills at the door, glancing over his shoulder at me, “Are you coming?” his eyebrows raise expectantly and I nod, crawling off the bed and I follow him.
My legs are jelly as I walk behind him, and I notice how he slows his pace to let me catch up with him, and when I finally do, he reaches behind me, and places his hand on the small of my back, sending a shiver to wrap around my spine. My head pivots, and I glance up at him, but he’s looking in
