Literature
fish out of water
"Take me to the hospital," Matt says, and I jerk my head around to stare at him in disbelief, peering into those clear brown eyes, at that straight, almost regal nose. The sooty curls clustered on his head are endearing, even if he finds them a hassle in the mornings, and his shoulders are broad from his competitive swimming days back in high school. With handsome looks like that, it's hard to believe he can never be mine for good.
"Why?" I ask. He takes my hand, and I take the moment instead to admire the sight. His skin, tanned into a smooth, golden brown, intertwined with my pale, pale skin.
He shrugs, sleepy, languid. "Well, it's your l