Getting Dude out of the house was hard enough—how you even managed to convince him to go swimming with you was beyond you. He was clad in his swim trunks, pale body on display for your wandering eyes, freckles spread all around his body like a splatter painting. His sunglasses still perched on his sculpted nose and crucifix still perched against his chest. He flushed at your gaze, grumbling something about if you planned on ever getting in the water.