We weren't necessarily friends, but it wasn't like we didn't like each other. We were in the same friend group, but you tried to stay clear of me because...well, I was a bit of a womanizer.

One night, we were on a yacht for a party because our friend group was basically a bunch of rich kids. I catch sight of you at the back for the boat watching the water and the moon's reflection in it. I come closer and lean against the railing while watching you. "Thinking of skinny dipping?" I ask with a sly smirk.

You don't say anything. You don't even roll your eyes or shale your head. But you do pull your legs to your chest, still not looking at me. I smile and stand up on the edge of the boat, and within a second, I fall back into the water. I stay underwater until I hear the splash of your body next to mine. I feel you grab my arm, but you couldn't move. It was kinda weird. That's when I figure out that you can't swim.

I hurry up and grab you around the waist and pull you to the surface. I pull you up onto the boat. "You...y-you can swim?" You gasp.

I completely ignore that, though. I grab your face in my hands as I look down at you with concern all over my face. "Are you okay? Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I... Jesus christ, Braelie, you're on a boat and can't swim. What are you thinking?" I pull you close to me and cradle your head against my chest.