His body became pretty much all tension, as soon as her hand touched him. He moans against her neck, and briefly drops his forehead to her shoulder. He's hyper-aware of everything, nerves on full alert - the heat on his scalp, the way the salt water has made her hair curl under her ear. The gentle pressure of her hand, making him throb.

'We should...mmmwe should go where it's shallow.'

He doesn't want to concentrate on staying upright. And he can't touch her like this, not properly.