The waves push them around more in the shallows, and she lets them, slithering up beside him again, her hands marking his thighs, up to his hips, across the softness of his middle and up to his chest. Taking in all the small details, where there's hair and where there's not. One arm slips around his neck again, and she hooks a leg around his thigh, anchoring herself to him.

'Hold on,' she whispers, taking him in hand again, watching his face this time with wide, dark eyes.