It was a good way to escape the mundane life that was mine. In the water, all I had to do was concentrate on breathing and moving my body. After tiring myself out, I would climb up on the platform and soak up the early morning sun. I knew it was Joseph immediately swimming toward me, his motions were just as graceful even though his arms and back were far more muscular than they had been when he was a boy. I watched him, biting my lips as he hooked his hands onto the ladder and pulled himself up beside me. “Morning,’ I said, just because I couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Morning,” he murmured, stretching out his long legs. Then… nothing. Just silence that stretched on awkwardly. I had to break it. “You look good,” I told him, hoping that the wistfulness I felt didn’t appear in my voice. His dark eyes met mine briefly before they trailed down my body. “You look…thin.” That wasn’t a compliment, and in automatic reaction I hugged my knees to my body to cover most of myself.
