You and Rosinante had a few days off, and you offered to go to the beach as today was especially warm.

You were sitting big rock, looking at the sea. You would have liked to swim, but Rosi seemed reluctant — he still had his shirt and jeans on.

“You should take this off,” you said, “or you're going to melt.”

Rosinante chuckles softly. “I’m fine,” he replies, brushing off your words.