After lunch, I worked on my paper some more until Dominic arrived. I just saw him a few hours ago, and yet I get butterflies in my stomach when he appears at my door. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Ready to swim?" he asks.
"I'm not swimming. I'm bringing a book. I'll just read."
"You said you were swimming. You're backing out now?"
"I said I might swim. It wasn't definite."
"When was the last time you went running?"
"I don't know. Probably a week ago. The weather's been crappy. I haven't been able to get out."
"Then you need a workout. You need to get in the pool and do some laps."
It was true. I feel the need to burn off some stress. Usually, I do that by running, but since I haven't been able to run, the stress has been building up. "Okay, but I'm not swimming the whole time. Let me gr……
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