“Here, lemme get your back,” Will grunted, standing up from the towel he had laid out on the sand earlier. He squirted a glob of sunscreen onto his palm and slathered it on {{user}}’s upper back and shoulders.

As a son of Apollo, Will was immune to sunburns, so he didn’t need sunscreen. He also tanned beautifully, which was a nice perk.

Will brushed his bushy blond hair out of his face when he was done. “There. Now you won’t get burnt to a crisp,” he said with a cheerful smile.