Page 112 of Swim To Me

“I blamed myself for years… for being so reckless and going skiing in the first place when I should have been resting my body, or in a pool somewhere, practising, getting ready for the biggest move of my career.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Grey. It was a freak accident, that shouldn’t have happened, let alone injure you and all those other poor people…”

I bundle Delilah up in my arms, her words dying on her lips, while I press a soothing kiss to the curve of her neck. “I know that now, gorgeous, I know.”

Relaxing in my hold, Delilah swipes her thumb backwards and forwards over the butterfly tattoo stained into my skin as a constant reminder of my hard work and love of the swimming stroke that landed me my career.

“I’m really proud of you, Grey,” she utters, voice low and soft.

I place a kiss to the top of her bed head, a silent thank you. “Are you ready for some breakfast?”

Delilah and I fall into a companionable silence while I crack some eggs into a sizzling pan with a twist of salt and pepper and she swipes a generous amount of butter over slices of perfectly toasted bread. Steam wafts from our coffee cups as we eat, thigh pressed to thigh on the sofa, mindless Saturday morning TV filtering in the background.

“Are you working today?” I ask Delilah, knowing she’s got a manuscript deadline to meet for next week and that means her weekends aren’t always as wide open as mine are.

She shakes her head, sipping at the dregs of her now lukewarm coffee. “Nope. I’m trying to be better at dividing my work and home life, which means taking the weekends off asI’m supposed to. I think I’ll have the manuscript finished and polished by Monday, Tuesday at the latest, so I’m all yours.”

She’s all mine…

I grin like a schoolboy, linking our hands together. “How do you feel about going swimming, then?”

“Swimming? But we haven’t booked a space out at the—”

“There’s a private pool in my building. We can use that.”

Delilah stares at me wide eyed for a moment. “I-I don’t have my swimming costume with me.”

“I’ll ask if we can hire out the pool, just us, for an hour or so. I hardly ever see anybody use it anyway, other than me. Plus, your underwear covers as pretty much as a bikini does… especially that little white number you used to wear.”

“I only wore than to get your attention,” she reveals with a suspicious tilt to her sweet lips.

“You had my attention from the minute you walked into the pool and smiled up at me, gorgeous. Even more so when you slipped beneath the water, and I had to save you.”

Groaning, Delilah buries her head in her hands. “Please, don’t remind me. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”

“I think you were thinking that you could swim.”

At my teasing, Delilah lifts up her head, allowing me to see the blush staining her cheeks, and swats the top of my arm with her hand. “Shush.”

I laugh, grabbing that hand and kissing the soft inner portion of her wrist. “Well, it led me to you, so I’m very grateful.”

When Delilah smiles, I know she feels the same way. “Give me half an hour to let my breakfast go down and then we can go to the pool, although I’m warning you now, I’m probably going to be super out of practise.”

“Don’t you worry, gorgeous, I’ll have you remembering how to do it in no time.”

Delilah scurries off to get dressed while I clear our plates, quickly shoving on a pair of swim shorts.

“Grey?” Delilah remerges from the bathroom, dressed in nothing but a lacy black matching bra and underwear set that had been hiding beneath her clothes yesterday. “I can’t just wear this down to the lobby to get to the pool.”

I’m stuck on the way she looks; the heavy curve of her breast, the lace barely covering her nipples, the soft skin of her stomach, thick hips leading down to her cloth covered pussy which I know feels so fucking tight wrapped around my—

“Grey?”

Blinking, I drag my gaze upwards, landing on Delilah’s face and the twinkle in her eye that lets me know she knows exactly where my mind is at.

“Maybe we should just stay in bed…”

“I don’t think so.” Delilah giggles. “You’re the one who wanted to go swimming.”

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