Until I'm Yours by Kennedy Ryan

Author:Kennedy Ryan [Ryan, Kennedy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2016-02-01T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Trevor

I’ve always enjoyed training alone. Things that make no sense in a room full of people, in a world filled with noise, crystallize in solitude. A way that seemed uncertain becomes straight as I’m pushing myself through water, meeting its resistance with my persistence, its force with my strength. On a morning like this with so many problems—the Collective scandal, the Deutimus sale, Sofie’s revelation about that douche bag Kyle Manchester—it would be ideal to be alone. But as I touch the wall, coming out of the water to find Sofie already seated on its edge in her black bikini, her bright hair water-darkened, her lashes spiky, somehow I’m okay with not being by myself this morning.

“You cheated.” I fold my arms on the side of the pool and match her grin. “There’s no way you beat me.”

“Why?” It’s good to see those green eyes, so sober yesterday after her meeting with her mother, smiling back at me. “Because I’m a girl?”

“No, because while you’re doing your squats and pliés or whatever the hell they are at the barre every morning, I’m here swimming. This is my thing.”

“And since I beat you at your thing, you automatically conclude I must have cheated?” She leans back, arms straight and palms pressed to the concrete behind her. “That’s some ego you’ve got there, Bishop. I beat you fair and square.”

“How?” I’m too competitive not to frown. “I’m stronger.”

“I’m faster.” She sits forward to poke my shoulder. “And have less bulk.”

“Bulk?” A laugh sputters on my lips. “Is that what I have?”

“Just saying maybe some of that muscle slowed you down in the water.” She shrugs and points to herself. “Also, swimming scholarship.”

“You were on the swim team?”

“And the rowing team. Two state championships.” Her husky laugh bounces off the walls of the otherwise empty room. “The coach from UCLA? You should have seen his face when he realized he’d offered a scholarship to the daughter of Ernest Baston.”

She kicks her feet in the water.

“I actually loved that he didn’t realize who I was, and that I got that offer on the merits of what he’d seen me do.”

I float into the canal between those long, slim legs, sliding my palms down her slippery calves.

“So you’re saying you didn’t cheat?”

Her lips, full and free of lipstick, tweak at the edges. She presses them against the laugher I see bubbling in her eyes. Finally, she flings her head back, howling with a laugh that comes from some part of herself she’s quarantining from all the drama unfolding in her life.

“You little cheat!”

I drag her by her ankles until she’s at the lip of the pool, then lean into her stomach, hauling her over my shoulder and wading back into the water.

“No! Bishop, no!” She beats my back with her fists, her laugh vibrating through my skin.

“You better hold your breath,” I warn her.

“No, I…you…Bishop, don’t you—”

I take us under, the water closing over our heads, sealing out the world above. I wish we had fins so we could stay under for hours, just us, breathing in the underwater utopia.

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