We were in the gondolas at The Venetian. You said you couldn't swim, that I'd have to save you if we capsized.His Adam's apple jumped. Yeah.I was terrified for you.I know. You hung onto me so tight I could barely breathe.I drew back so I could see his face. Why do you think we stayed on them for so long? he asked. You were practically sitting in my lap.Can you swim?He laughed quietly. Of course I can swim. I don't even think the water was that deep.It was all a ruse. You're tricky, David Ferris.And you're funny, Evelyn Thomas. His face relaxed, his eyes softening again.
by Kylie Scott
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In a gondola ride at The Venetian, a conversation unfolds between two characters, Evelyn and David. Evelyn confesses that she can't swim, leading to a playful interaction where David jokes about needing saving if they capsized. The tension between them is palpable, and Evelyn recalls how tightly she clung to him, suggesting a mix of fear and attraction.

David's relaxed laughter reveals his confidence, as he admits he can swim and hints that the situation was not as dire as it seemed. Their exchange captures the playful teasing and deepening connection between them, with Evelyn recognizing David's cleverness and charm, while David appreciates her sense of humor.

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