Summer yelped with laughter, still trying to run while he held her. “Gazelle boy! You have those stupid gorgeous long legs.” Failing to escape his strength, she tried another tactic: kissing him.
Dropping her with surprise, he huffed and tripped over said long legs and managed to get upright – his clumsy nature giving her a head-start. “You’d better keep running!”
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.