"What? No." I said.
"Come on," he repeated.
I shook my head. No.
"Why not?"
I wasn’t going to tell him that the only reason (besides the fact that I was a bit insecure about my body) that I didn’t get in the water was that I didn’t know how to swim, and that I would probably drown.
"Either you take that dress off and walk on your own, or I will do it myself."
"Fine." I said.
I had no excuse for the erratic beating of my heart.
I stood up and nervously fiddled with the hem of my dress, before I pulled it over my head. He was watching me; I could feel his gaze boring into my skin. He was making me self-conscious.
He looked me up and down, before he smirked, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
We walked next to each other towards the water, before he dived in, reappearing a few feet away, where the water reached his nipples. Which meant that it would reach my neck.
I wasn’t going to take that risk.