#Chapter48
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 bobbed back up with a gasp, pellets spraying as he shook off like a dog. /"I'd be the prettiest one. Fuck Ariel./"
/"Wouldn't you be a merman?/"
/"No./" Ronan snorted. /"I'm a mother-fuckin' queen, bish!/"
