The moonlight bathed the quiet lake as Clarisse sat on the dock, her legs dangling in the cool water. The only sounds were the gentle ripples and the occasional splash as you dove in and out of the water, taking your sweet time to resurface.

Every time you stayed under longer than usual, her heart raced, wondering if you'd come up. Finally, you broke the surface, your hair sticking to your neck and that carefree grin lighting up your face. She watched, captivated by the way you swam with ease and grace.

You floated on your back, glancing at her with a smile. "Don't you ever get tired of sitting there?"

"No," she replied, not taking her eyes off you.

"You’re crazy."

"For you? Yes." She grinned.