i want to tear you apart
01-16-2016, 01:25 PM
He continued paddling half-heartedly all the while trying hard not to clumsily splash water around like a buffoon. Smooth, slow strokes, he had to keep reminding himself. The last thing he wanted to do was fling water all over the woman or come across as the one in need of rescuing. He was perfectly capable of doggy paddling. Buoyancy, however, was an issue. If he stopped swimming and tried to float he'd sink to the bottom like a rock - and just as quickly too. "Do I strike you as a damsel-in-distress type?" If he were a little less wise Odysseus may have gone the sleazy, faux knight in shining armor route and dove in with the kind of cheesy pick up line or maybe told her that no, she wasn't...but she was his type. Or maybe he would have skipped the flirting and really stuck his foot in his mouth by parting with a cringe-worthy joke at her expense. But he didn't. Thankfully. She paddled closer. "Be honest." Alright, then. Honesty it was. "Hardly," he said surely. What did she strike him as, exactly? Sure of herself definitely. He'd felt the weight of her confidence before he'd even left the shore. If he was sure of one thing in regards to this woman it was that she was far beyond his caliber. It was his turn to cock a brow. "And I think if I'd have said yes you'd have held me under." |