“See, this ones pretty,” Conrads voice, as warm as the sun beating down on you're skin, calls out from behind you. You turn around so fast you skid on the golden sand beneath you're bare feet.

“Really?”

“Well, they're all pretty.” He replies, a soft grin curling at the corners of his lips as he outstretches his hand, a white seashell with brown dots covering its surface.

“Yeah!”

He laughs at you're enthusiasm, one arm reaching out to wrap around you're torso, dragging you're smaller frame towards him. You're butt hits the sand with a quiet thud, you're back pressed against Conrads bare chest, the salty sea water dripping from his abs onto you're neck.

“You like this one then?”

“Mhm.” You hum.