Hitching herself up the side of the pool, Summer said over her shoulder, “I cheat. I’m sorry; I won’t do it again.” She flung herself off the edge again, speeding under the water until it was too deep for her to stand before rolling over and surfacing. “If you’re that afraid, this isn’t the fun I thought it would be, though.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “I’m not afraid of the pool,” he said, as he leaned back against the edge, propping himself up on the side with his elbows. And it was true; water was fine. After all, he had to encounter it on a fairly frequent basis. He just didn’t like being under the water. There was a difference there.
She let the water swallow her again, propelling herself toward him, then flipping into a handstand and coming back up. “There was enough fear that you couldn’t do /that/. I wanted to play splash games, chase and dive and jump and …” Summer shrugged, “be five again. Can’t do that with your fear choking me every time.”
Hands on hips, she regarded him narrowly. “You … have no idea what I mean. Do you.”