But from somewhere, warmth. He stopped for a
moment, still several feet from her, and tested the water on
all sides. They were in a pocket that was at least ten
degrees warmer than the rest of the lake. He thought of
vengeful ghosts leading him deeper to pull him under and
shook his head as if to clear it.
“It’s the overturn,” she said without turning to
look at him.
“What?” he asked, moving closer until he was
standing behind her. She felt his breath on her neck and
shivered.
“The water is warm because of the overturn. When
the surface temperatures cool down, that water sinks to the
bottom of the lake. The warm water from below rises up,”
she said, turning to face him finally, “in a cycle that
continues until the surface freezes. In a month we can go
skating out here.”
“How do you know that?”
“I know lots of things,” she said softly. He felt her
hand on his stomach, her nails scratching lightly across his
lower belly. His cock twitched in anticipation, but she
didn’t touch him there. Instead, she turned and dove again.
He swam after her, letting her lead him closer to the trees.
“You’re a better swimmer than I thought,” she said
when they surfaced. Crystalline drops of water formed on
her shoulders.
“Are you sure you want to stay out here? It’s
awfully cold.”
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