He scanned the water and saw the dark, adult-sized head surface, bobbing, arms flailing in the rip current. Damn. Didn’t the asshole see the flags up? The signs? No swimming meant no swimming. He raced over, meeting Morgan, the lifeguard on duty’s grim gaze as she flew down the steps. He grabbed a flotation device and streaked to the water, kicking off his shoes as he went. As he pushed through the growing crowd, he heard someone ask, “Where’s Erik?” Erik. Gavin’s stomach lurched and he stumbled in the damp sand. He found his footing, searching frantically for that bobbing head again. Erik. No. No, no, no way in fucking hell was Erik dying on him. Not when Gavin was finally safe. “Erik!” “Gav—” Erik swam harder and went under. He surfaced and sputtered salt water, choking. Gavin’s heart hammered and everything went numb. They never got rip currents on their little beach. Never. Erik wouldn’t know what to do. Instinct would tell him to fight, to swim harder, to beat the current, just like everyone else who drowned from the panic that overtook them. Bile climbed up his throat, the taste vile in his mouth.
What do You think about M/M- Ripped (Boys Of Summer)?
