When she took his head, the flush went all the way down her neck, she was sure. His hand was steady, and warm, and large. There was something... inviting about it. Like she could trust him. Granted, she'd already trusted him in large amounts professionally - he was the only other artist on her debut after all - but this was different. There was something about his gaze, his confidence, his calmness, that made her begin to feel the same.
She couldn't remember someone other than strangers or her family had seen her in a swimsuit, though, and as she made her way up gingerly up the steps and into the perfectly warm water, she felt suddenly self conscious. Did he see the body of a 19-year old child playing at adulthood? Did he notice her total lack of 'womanly' assets? She'd always been small and slim - like her Mum in many ways - but this was maybe the first time in her life it had bothered her.