I will help you dry your hair

Star left earlier for her classes, while I was left with my husband, whose mood swings have become more confusing than that of a woman.

I don't know what he's thinking. And neither am I aware of what he's trying to achieve by getting closer to me. I'm afraid that should he continue that way, I will end up falling for him.

There are no two ways about that, as my heart is already beating at the thoughts of his touch. I'm smitten by my husband's smile. I walked towards the swimming pool as I tried not to show how nervous I was.

It was an hour to noon, and Sly decided it was time already. I wore the only two pieces I got when I was still in school but never had the chance to put them on.

Before this, I only sat next to the pool, with my legs dipped in the water as I read my books. I've never swum in it, and I never would have, had Miguel not asked me to swim with him.

Swimming brought back memories of my days in high school. That was why I never attempted it after I got married. I checke