The way his limbs felt in the water, like they didn't weigh a thing, that was how every part of him felt.

They played games. They burnt out a few laps. Ronan got told off by the lifeguard for cannonballing. And when they were both exhausted, and Angel's olive skin had turned a pasty hue, noticeable even from a distance, they settled. They swam over and hugged the ledge of the pool, floating and talking. It was nice. Real nice.

"I bet it would be so cool to be a mermaid," Ronan sighed, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath before letting the water level rise over his face. He...