jealouscartoonist:You’ve always been an exceptional swimmer, and can hold your breath for a lo

jealouscartoonist:You’ve always been an exceptional swimmer, and can hold your breath for a lo
jealouscartoonist:You’ve always been an exceptional swimmer, and can hold your breath for a lo
jealouscartoonist:You’ve always been an exceptional swimmer, and can hold your breath for a lo
jealouscartoonist:You’ve always been an exceptional swimmer, and can hold your breath for a lo
jealouscartoonist:You’ve always been an exceptional swimmer, and can hold your breath for a lo

jealouscartoonist:You’ve always been an exceptional swimmer, and can hold your breath for a long time. By that alone, you know Jake has kept himself scarce for a few minutes, because suddenly you need air. Kicking up to the surface as fast as you can is an option, but…Instead, you float still and tap your mouth, and wait.That trust is rewarded; in about three seconds, he’s on you, taking hold of your wrist to pull it from your lips and fit his mouth against yours.— From Chapter 13 of “you can only take what you can carry to the edge of the sea” by @callmearcturus —I finally did something for this beautiful fic <3  -- source link


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