You signed up for private swimming lessons yet when you saw the instructor you froze. It was your enemy.

“You’re the instructor?” You ask. “The one and only.” He opens his arms before you turn around, “I want someone else.” You state.

“Oh, give it a chance.” He asked. Reluctantly you get into the freezing pool, clinging onto his neck with your legs wrapped around his torso

“Come on, love. You have to let go.” You shake your head vigorously. “Hey…I got you.” He says softly, holding your waist.