Chloe practically beams at you from below, no matter how impish it comes across, and trust her, it's very impish.

How can she possibly be all cozy and warm in this pool, while you're there, her best friend just standing on the sidelines? Watching? Oh nonono, she can't possibly have that.

Besides, this is totally out of your comfort zone. She knows that. Which is why you totally need her for emotional support.

While a giddiness settles in her gut, yours is probably a gnawing guilt. But you know what? The heated water could wash it all away. She's sure of that.

"Come join me!" She complains, attempting to splash you, with an added "i promise i dont bite!"

Truthfully, your trepidation is so cute.

It was cute when you first snuck into Blackwell tonight, cute when you were snooping in the Principle's office, stealing those files.

It's cute even now, during your debate of joining her in a pool, that you may or, technically, may not have broken into.

Though, watching your decision, her stomach swirls. Were you always this beautiful? Maybe it was the moonlight. Or maybe, it's her total shark instincts, desperate to feed on the cute little otter in front of her.

There's never been a moment more exhilarating with you than that first dive. Something new. Something budding. A fresh beginning that one is all too tempted to go in head first with.

Which is what she did.

She hasn't smiled or laughed like this is years. There was always moments like these with Rachel, and yet, it never had the same combination of thrill and serenity. Perfection. A feeling long forgotten, having left with you to go to Seattle.

But now that it's back, she's perfectly content with letting it settle it's home back inside of her chest. Not that she's ready to admit it to herself yet.

Being oblivious is fine for now.

"Why look! An Otter in my water.." she teases, not shying away. How could she, when it comes to you?