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Turning on the tap and letting it run for a moment, cold gets colder against my warm skin. Both hands cupped under the stream, I lean down and sip from the pool in my palm. It's so sweet, so cold and clean-tasting, and I can't get enough. It runs through my fingers and kisses my face. It slides down my throat and I drink and drink until I feel it in my belly.

A koi fish swims over my head, silent and pale.

"Mugs are up here," Edward's voice is breezy soft as he hands me one. It's deep green-brown, with a thick, bubbly glaze, and looks hand-thrown. "I don't really have glasses."

I wipe the water from my chin and turn my eyes down, intensely shy. I must look so ridiculous, gulping water from his sink.

"Thank you," I say, filling the heavy mug and setting it down on the counter.

I'm not thirsty anymore.