“Oh, well, if you have other things in mind, I can wait.” She shrugged, carelessly, but the sparkle in her eyes matched his. Dismounting his body, she moved another foot or so up the sand and began again to play, constructing a swirling, slightly sloppy sand castle and checking pretend-sneakily on him every few minutes.
Huffing playfully as she moved away from him, the cold air replacing her suddenly not welcome on his bare chest, Isaac kicked his way out of the sandy confines and shuffled over to join her. Dropping into a crouch, he watched her fondly, tilting his head to the side.
Summer looked up, making her eyes big and round and innocent. “Is there something you want?” She tried to dig a channel from her castle’s makeshift moat to the sea, and frowned as the sides kept collapsing or melting inward. Every wave eroded a little more of the outer edges.