BRIAR'S POV
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The water was cool, not cold, but just cool to the right temperature. The sun on the other hand was becoming less warm, and the time had bled into one as Fenrys swam laps, up and down, continuously, never stopping as if with every stroke of his arm would push the time to go faster, and I've shamelessly stared, watched him as he swam up and down while the sun baked me, but now the air has become cold, and it isn't as fun anymore, so I let him continue to swim as I got out, walking around until I was dry before getting dressed, and not once did he stop, not once did he look at me.
The slight breeze has my hair all ruffled, strands blowing across my face, sticking to my lips, curling around my throat with feather light weight. "You sure look comfy," Fenrys purred, the sound
