Chapter 43

Of course, when we got to his townhouse, Jeremy remembered his keys were still at Heather’s.

“That’s okay,” I said in a flash of inspiration. “I have an idea.”

We made our way back to campus, heading to the rec center. The pool wasn’t open yet, but as a guard, I had a keycard.

“You’re joking,” Jeremy said when he caught on to my plan.

I grinned as I swiped us into the guard office. “You got a better solution?”

He blinked, then shrugged. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in.

Only a few underwater lights lit the huge indoor space. The pool water was motionless; Jeremy walked to the edge, the sound of his steps rebounding through the semi-darkness. He squatted, dipping one hand into the water. Faint ripples expanded outward, glowing from the underwater lighting.

“Come on,” I whispered, holding out my hand.

He took it and rose, but resisted moving forward, his face lost in shadow. The set of his shoulders spoke of a tension that hadn’t been there a second ago.