“Mmmm, depends what kind of naughty — Isaac, what are you doing?” She gave him a very puzzled glance, a handful of sand balanced in the air. “You know it’s just going to seep under you, right? Or there’ll be a bigger — ” A bigger-than-usual wave broke over his hip. Biting at her lips to keep from laughing, she added, “The tide is coming in.”
“Trying to help although I might end up regretting it, because — ” Here, he paused and let out a surprised squeak as the wave lapped over the jut of his hips and he shivered as it trickled down the back of his shorts. Squirming uncomfortably at the sensation, he gazed up at her and shook his head in exasperation. “Well, that didn’t go as planned!”
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?”