“Rebecca, be careful. You’re going to fall on those rocks,” Artemy called out from behind me. I laughed freely, jumping from one rock to the other before landing in the cold stream. The cold water rushed across my bare feet and came up a little bit above my ankle. “So cold,” I called out. “Yet you still insist on getting your feet wet,” he mumbled, coming closer. “It feels good. You should try it too,” I suggested, turning toward him with a smile. “No, I’m good,” Artemy said, stopping at the stream’s edge, his hands buried in the pockets of his black slacks.
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