“Oh, seriously?” He chuckles, his fingers laced with yours as he pulls you towards the water — surfboard in hand and your hand in the other, “I’ve seen you swim before, you’re just saying that cause’ you want to cling to me, isn’t that right, princess?”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him as he carried you to the shore, your legs dip in the water as he set the surfboard down on the surface, the string attached to his ankle, “you’ll be fine, I got you.”