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Ethan arched his eyebrows at the sight, before that tiny grin spread across his lips. Every time the rational side of him wanted to push himself away before they got to serious and he ended up getting hurt, it quickly dissipated, this moment not being an exception. He quickly took off the worn Henley he had been giving, and sown leggings before wading in after and dipping his face briefly into the cool water.
An almost youthful aura surrounding them by the time they started laughing, occasionally splashing the other with water, like the days of their childhood. It was refreshing, almost, in contrast to their serious conversation only hours ago.
Ethan came to the conclusion that they were overthinking things – they didn't have to talk about it right away, because if it was meant to be, things would fall together perfectly. He usually didn't believe in fate and all that nonsense, but for some reason, he had that notion whenever he was with Ivy. After nearly thirteen years of not seeing each other, they had run into each other at his grandparents' cabin. The housekeeper had miraculously passed away at just the right time, during the war. It was his natural instinct to read into things, no matter how much he disliked to.
"Can you swim?" he questioned with a slight grin to divert his already straying thoughts.
She nodded, "can you?"
Ethan returned the gesture with another smirk before floating on his back in the stream.
An almost youthful aura surrounding them by the time they started laughing, occasionally splashing the other with water, like the days of their childhood. It was refreshing, almost, in contrast to their serious conversation only hours ago.
Ethan came to the conclusion that they were overthinking things – they didn't have to talk about it right away, because if it was meant to be, things would fall together perfectly. He usually didn't believe in fate and all that nonsense, but for some reason, he had that notion whenever he was with Ivy. After nearly thirteen years of not seeing each other, they had run into each other at his grandparents' cabin. The housekeeper had miraculously passed away at just the right time, during the war. It was his natural instinct to read into things, no matter how much he disliked to.
"Can you swim?" he questioned with a slight grin to divert his already straying thoughts.
She nodded, "can you?"
Ethan returned the gesture with another smirk before floating on his back in the stream.