He emerges from under the water and stands up, looking for her. She would be bloody on her back - all he can see are her breasts, and he shuts his eyes and looks away. This was a bad idea. And a brilliant one.

She's not that far. He sighs, and swims over. He couldn't stay away for anything.

'Enjoyin' yourself?' he asks, coming up alongside her. He has to stay scrunched up to stay afloat just using his arms; it's not deep enough to put his feet down. If he did, he'd be standing over her.