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“Excuse me?”
One strong arm curls around my waist, and he hauls me up and over his shoulder. Nerves splash in my belly, and dread rears its head.
This guy looks like he works out every chance he gets. I get to the gym as much as possible, and I love doing yoga. I’m fit, but I still have cellulite and my stomach isn’t flat as it once was.
I hear him yelling.
It’s too late. I’m already in the water. The deep end of the ocean.
Well, not really.
Shallow coastal waters to be precise. Even at my height of five foot five the water barely covers my shoulders.
I see what I’m looking for. The sliver glints in the pristine aqua waters.