It was becoming increasingly obvious that eyes were on you, almost like someone or thing was watching from within the waves. It was unlikely that it was another person, as you were the only one crazy enough to have a 4am swim, but still.

Tucking your legs under yourself almost made you slip, the smooth rock you'd been sitting on slick with patches of unseen algae. The best part about living in a beach town? Probably the ability to go in the water quite literally whenever you wanted to.

That, and the second population that called the bay home. The second population you'd found a lover within.