The next morning my body still remembered everything.

Every time I moved I felt the ghost of Nolan inside me. The way the water had made everything slippery and slow. The way he had held me against the shower wall like he couldn’t let go. I touched the small mark on my neck he had left and smiled to myself in the mirror.

Practice was at three.

I got there early again. The pool deck was empty except for a few people cleaning. I changed quickly and started warming up in the water. My laps were strong today. The ache in my muscles felt good. Like proof that last night...