Stefan smiled, looking down. He remembered that day as though it were only yesterday. He didn't know how he could ever have thought that wasn't true love... isn't true love. He didn't know how it could be possible for this wonderful feeling he was experiencing to fade away.
He let Katherine's legs down into the water so she could stand up. One thing was for certain, she wasn't wearing a dress now. She wasn't wearing all that much right now. He liked it. Beneath the waterline, he ran his hands over her skin until they rested at the small of her back, holding her against him.
He looked down at her for a moment before letting go and splashing her instead. He remembered one summer afternoon back in Veritas when he and Damon were children and they had persuaded some of the girls from the town to come for a swim in the pond. They had splashed them and pulled their hair, flirting and playing. One of those girls had been Clemantine. Only eight years later, Stefan had killed her. That was the beauty of Katherine. She wasn't like one of the silly little girls from Mystic Falls; not then and not now. She was special and exciting and dangerous, and he was completely in love with her. He lifted a dripping finger and tapped her nose, grinning.