She hadn’t been planning to stop. Feet dug craters in the warm sand as she shot straight into the waves, shrieking and squealing at the chill of the water. About five feet out, a bigger wave crashed in and knocked her flat, and she came up laughing and swiping hair out of her eyes.
Marvelling at the smaller size of her footprints as they imprinted in the sand, Isaac sprinted after her, slowing down enough to watch her wade into the water. Doubling over with laughter as she tumbled over, he scooped her up and brushed her down, pressing a kiss to the space in between her eyes. “Are you okay?”
She swatted at him, giggling and dripping. “I’m fine! Put me down.” She swept her hands through the water, dashing it up at him, and slid out of his hands, plunging back into the waves like some kind of mermaid.