We began to just swim around, talking about anything that came to mind. About an hour passed I think and she suggested we get dressed. I looked away as she dressed and when she was done I got dressed, she didn't look either, I think. We stopped and I shifted my weight, uncomfortable in the still soaked skinny jeans. She laughed. “Must be uncomfortable.” She said. “And it isn't for you?” I asked, eyeing her shorts. She laughed. “I'm used to it.” She told me. I shrugged. “I should probably change too.” She muttered. She ran into the house and I followed at a walk. I got upstairs and she was sitting on her bed wearing light blue skinny jeans and a white sleeveless shirt.

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