"Tomorrow," she whispered... «A House at the Bottom of a Lake»

"Tomorrow," she whispered in his ear.
James pulled his face from hers. It was easier to forget about the basement now.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she said. "One hundred percent, yes."
They laughed because it was both awkward and assured. They laughed because they were embarrassed and they were brave, too.
These feelings warred and mingled within them both, as the water beneath experienced rotations of its own; pockets of warm, pockets of cold; pleasing water across their legs, their bellies, replaced, suddenly, by the icy tips of unseen fingers and the tips of tongues, tickling their bare skin from the deep, wanting perhaps to take hold of them, wanting to pull them deeper, deeper into the lake, deeper into the house, deeper in love, deeper...
Tomorrow.