Summer goggled after him, a bit astonished at his speed. It took her several minutes to catch up to him, and she had to gasp for breath, bobbing in the water. “My god, why do you play lacrosse when you swim like that?”
“My dad was the swim coach, remember?” He stated with a shrug and he stilled, twisting to face her as he held out his hands. “We’re quite far out now – don’t get too tired, okay? I can always take us back if I have to.”
“I didn’t know that.” She frowned a little, treading water. “I’m fine. I was on the swim team in the summers at home.” A wave bobbed her up a little.