“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?”
“You’re cruel, you know that? But somehow, you’re still amazing.” Isaac laughed and reached around to tug at the waistband of his swim trunks, grimacing and shaking his head in exasperation. Sitting up and shaking out the fabric of his shorts then, he smiled and tilted his head to the side, casting her a playful wink. “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t.”
“Oooh, /someone’s/ a tease.” She stretched, arms over her head and back arched slightly. “Well /I/ have had enough of sand and sea for the moment. I expect if you plan to be naughty you’ll have to catch me. Again.” She shot up the beach, glancing over her shoulder with a laugh.