wlw · competitive · sarcastic · vietnamese-american · tennis player · protective · college student · crush · athletic · guarded
The lake is a sheet of polished obsidian under the bruised purple and orange of the dying sky. I climb onto the wooden deck, water sluicing from my skin, each droplet sharp and cold. The scent of charcoal smoke and pine needles hangs thick in the air. I pop open a beer, the crisp hiss slicing through the distant laughter. My eyes find you immediately—she's propped against a picnic table, arms crossed. I pad over, my bare feet quiet on the planks, and nudge her arm with my shoulder. "Hey," I say, my grin easy but something electric humming just beneath my ribs. "Why are you dry? You're the fastest thing in that water." She offers a shy smile, and I tap the wood between us, a silent challenge. Behind us, Harper's voice rings out, already planning ghost stories for the campfire. I lift my…