“I’m lucky,” I tell him suddenly. And he looks down at me in surprise.
“Why is that?”
“Because I’ve got my very own American Cowboy.”
He smiles and shakes his head. “I’ve told you. You don’t have to keep calling me that. Awesome One will do.”
I roll my eyes.
But he is awesome. I’m just never going to admit that to him. He’s cocky enough as it is… but that’s just the way I like him.
The sun beats down on our shoulders as we walk down to a pier. The sea laps softly at the wood and I stare down at the clear water.
I tell him again the mechanics of swimming.
And he nods.
“Got it,” he tells me. “Keep my head up, relax and float. I can do it.”
I nod. “Yes, you can. And I’ll be right there with you.”
He laughs. “I think we’ve established this, Mi. You can’t save me. You’re half my size.”
I roll my eyes.
“I’ve saved you already,” I tell him. “I’ve saved you from an empty life without me in it.”
I’m totally joking, of course, but he nods. He seems thoughtful.