Wife Swap - S01 E09

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Wife Swap - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

"You can join the rest in the water." Rome says after a while.

I shake my head, "I am good for now." I hope he doesn't persist and I will have to let out my secret.

"You do know how to swim, don't you?" His skeptical glare falls on me and I remain silent. Ashamed of my stupid secret. At twenty three I can't swim.

"Mmh..." I nod afraid my words will betray me.

"Stop lying." He persist with a playful laugh.

"I am not lying." I am not ready to let him win, even though he is right.

"Just admit to the truth and I will teach you." He says.

I look back at the water. There are few people in it but still enough crowd to be spectators of my embarrassment.

"C'mon!" He pleads.

I look again at the water. I have dreamt of learning how to swim and an opportunity is here offering itself to me.

I exhale, "Fine. But if I drown my spirit will come back to haunt you." I warn him.

He releases a soulful laugh and find myself listening to his sound of laughter and connecting to it.

He jumps up and extends his hand for me to take it. My hand falls on top of his. My rough hand against his soft hand feels foreign and despite wanting to free it from his grasp. My body doesn't move. Instead I allow him to pull me up and lead me to the other side two kids are swimming.

We stop, "Are you planning on swimming with your hoodie?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Oh!" I say though I am not ready to remove it but have no choice.

I swiftly pull it over my head and throw it on the ground avoiding to walk back to where our bags are at and feel the stares of people on my exposed body.

When I turn back I find Rome looking the other way. Maybe I repulse him, I think.

"C'mon." He hold my hand and start to walk down the stairs of the shallow end. And as soon as I am fully inside I panic and grab Rome by his biceps sinking my nails into his skin even though where we are I can stand up easily.

The kids who are swimming around us, giggle at my expense. I shoot Rome a dangerous look when he seems to encourage the kids to laugh at me by laughing too.

However, my look does little as his lips remain open, amused.

"I have changed my mind..." I say, annoyed.

"Okay... No more laughing." He surrenders.

"Deal?" I ask.

"Deal." He assures.

He takes a step back, my hands releasing him and leaving marks of my fingernails on his skin. This makes it impossible for me to grab on to him for support.

I shut my expecting something to happen like a wave to hit me and i loose my balance. When I open my eyes I am still standing and swimming pools don't have waves. I take a deep breath happy I am stable and in water. It is a huge milestone for someone like me who is afraid of being in water.

"How well can you hold your breath?" Rome asks as he gets closer again.

"I don't know." I reply honesty because I have never been in a situation that required me to.

He sighs, "Alright, you can always learn." He looks around.

The two kids have come to stand close to us, watching and only Fiona and Noah have remained on the water.

"First you need to learn how to float." He places his hands steadily on my stomach and I involuntarily shiver despite the water being warm. "Relax your feet and bend your knee and fall on your back. I will hold you."

I hesitate and don't act.

"Trust me." He says.

I take a deep breath aware that I am about to trust my life on him. I have been burnt before by trusting people.

God better be with me this time. I do as instructs and at first feel like my body is sinking and naturally my legs start to kick in a flight mode for survival. My body panics and instead of falling backwards I fall on my face as I attempt to breath the water gets into my mouth and nose and Rome is quick to rescue me and I jump on him. My legs automatically wrapping around his waist. I bury my head on the crook on his neck with no intentions of getting off him soon.

He holds me tightly whispering remorsefuly to me to breath, but my swim suit material makes it hard to hold on to him. I have to glid on him severally and as I do so, something happens and I stop when I feel a bulge poke me in the process.

I tense and stop moving. Rome still keeps his hands on me and his eyes stare back; dark and hooded with animalistic need. I expect him to remove his hand from my body but that never comes. He seems to have been transported into another word that he has lost all control.

In a blink he seems to snap back to reality and releases me. My feet fall back on the pool.

"I..." He stammers. "I have to go." He aids me towards the stairs of the pool and has to adjust his trunks before he get out. As soon as we are out he disappears and I have to walk to where Fiona is seated.

"That was quite a show." She comments as I settle beside her. "I almost though you were fucking." She crudely states and my mouth falls open how that she easily uses that f word.

"We were not, he was teaching me how to swim." I say embarrassed.

"I thoroughly enjoyed watching it. It is the closest I have come to some action in a long time." She shamelessly says and I have to bear her shame.

To be honest it is also the closest I have come to sex in a year. Mason just stopped caring or wanting it.

I glance at Noah who is still swimming but his eyes time to time steal glances of Fiona. Of which she seems oblivious to it.

"How about you and Noah?" I ask.

"Eew, he is short and the only thing going for him is his beard." She answers and I immediately feel sorry for Noah.

"And Remy?" I ask referring to the guy I though they had a thing.

"No!" She shakes her head vigorously, "He is too childish for my liking." She says.

I smile realizing she is picky as me. Hers is men and mine is food.

"You are not what Rome described you whenever he came over with Esme." She comments.

"He talked about me?" It is more of a whisper. He talked about me even before the wife swap menace?

Before she can answer me, Rome comes over already dressed in the clothes he came with and Senna she is with him.

"I want to leave, get dressed." He demands.

I don't ask why. I am neither in the mood of staying longer after what happened in the pool. I already regret it. It just feels wrong and now I can't stop thinking about it. I tell myself it is normal especially after a prolonged dryspell.

I head to the bathrooms and change into my dress. I find Rome already in the car and the boys complaining that we are leaving early and haven't even gotten well acquinted with me. Rome is adamant on leaving.

As we drive away I wonder how a weekend that started so well could end in such a way. I thought it would be the start of of us coexisting well but now have to wonder if that will be possible.