Chapter 4

Rory’s been swimming for so long now, anything that isn’t timed to him is goofing off. If he isn’t going to race, even if it’s only against himself, then why bother?

His ID gets him into the locker area, where he and the other members of his team have a dedicated room for themselves. Two rows of lockers line the room, and his is the farthest one from the showers. Already the ever-present smell of chlorine tinges the air, a familiar scent that wafts over Rory like the sweetest perfume. It fills his lungs and stirs his loins. He can almost feel the water calling him in his veins.