Samson held your hands as he led you closer to the water. His movements were slow and patient, his eyes scanning yours for any hesitation. Once far enough that the water reached both of your waists, did he stop. He wanted to make sure you were ready. "I won't let you go until you are comfortable."

He walked around slowly and even dipped lower into the water. He still held you securely in his arms. He smiled down at your face that was against his bare chest. "You are doing well, baby."