Losing her battle against laughter the way she always did when he was being adorably frustrated, Summer reached out and patted her sandy hand on his shoulder. “Maybe we should go back where the water can’t get you?”
“I have wet sand in places now…” He grimaced uncomfortably as his bottom lip jutted out into a petulant pout, eyeing her adoringly. Leaning into her touch and twisting to press his lips to hers, he nodded and moved to stand up. “Where did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I was going to leave that up to you.” She wrinkled her nose a little as she stood up. She had no sympathy for his wet sand; she had it too. Wriggling her toes in the next waves, she bent and rinsed her hands off. “You were saying something about being naughty?”