Stroke by Stroke

"You're not going to do some crazy fangirl thing, are you?" "Oh, please!" I scoffed. Yes. So what if Dylan McKenzie came back home to northern Michigan? It wasn't like he would ever notice me, the shy girl lurking around the edges of the pool deck while he passed around his gold medals like it was no big deal. He was one of the best swimmers in the world now, not a 13-year-old who said a few nice things to a little girl following him around like a puppy. So what if he asked me to come with him to the biggest international swim meet of the year in Spain? He was just interested in my writing skills to finish his autobiography. And if he kissed me, well, it was probably just due to the adrenaline after winning his race! So what if he had secrets in his life that were tearing him apart? It wasn't like he needed me. Or we were going to end up together. But maybe...