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CHAPTER 29

Author: Anonymous Lee
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-14 23:37:50

CHAPTER 29

TYLER

The water was warm enough to be dangerous. Not dangerous like hypothermia — dangerous like forgetting where I was and doing something stupid.

Everyone was in — coaches lounging on deck chairs, a few guys tossing a volleyball across the shallow end, Avery cannonballing like a ten-year-old. Malik was attempting to balance on a giant inflatable flamingo while Damien tried to flip him over.

I was hanging near the edge, arms on the tiles, when I felt a hand wrap around my waist.

I didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

“Don’t start,” I said.

Mason’s chest pressed into my back, voice a low hum in my ear. “Not starting. Just appreciating.”

“Let go.”

“Why?” His fingers splayed against my side, thumb brushing the waistband of my trunks under the water. “We’re just two teammates enjoying some light—”

“Shut up.” I shoved him off and ducked under, kicking hard until I surfaced halfway across the pool.

He swam toward me like a shark, hair slicked back, grin dangerous.

“You’re rid
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