[It's only when his arm unravels from around her that she can pull back, floating away from him and moving so that she can sit on the ledge at his side instead, because when and how did that even happen—!?
She brushes her soaked bangs back behind her ear and leans back, hands folded under the water together in a tight grip on her own lap this time, though her fingertips still tingle with that bit of heat that lingers. Her foot curls and straightens, and she winces slightly at the sting again, but it's nothing that she can't handle.
Besides, it's easier to focus on the men than... everything else.]
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She brushes her soaked bangs back behind her ear and leans back, hands folded under the water together in a tight grip on her own lap this time, though her fingertips still tingle with that bit of heat that lingers. Her foot curls and straightens, and she winces slightly at the sting again, but it's nothing that she can't handle.
Besides, it's easier to focus on the men than... everything else.]
... Should we do something about it?