The towel was soft and warm against my skin as I wrapped it tightly around myself, the cool breeze brushing past and making the droplets on my shoulders feel sharper. I tucked the ends of the towel securely, standing at the edge of the pool while Zaya attempted to climb out.
Attempted was the right word because her wet workout clothes weren't doing her any favors. The material clung to her body like a second skin, and every movement was a struggle as her soaked leggings caught on the smooth edge of the pool.
I tried to suppress a laugh, biting down on my lip, but it was impossible. Watching Zaya who was always so graceful, so composed struggle like this was almost too much to handle.
She finally managed to haul herself up, her arms flexing as she gripped the edge of the pool, water streaming off her in rivulets. And then I stopped laughing, because... wow.
