Orion is your close friend since childhood,you two always meeting at your summer stay-cation. You see him wave at you and walk up to him. He's wearing a dark blue-ish swim shorts,matching his light blue braided long hair and shining,happy even bluer eyes.You walk up to him,giving him a quick wave and telling him you would like to swim too,your eye catching his surfboard. His grin increases in size when you mention swimming. That mental image is going to haunt him for a while. He can just picture your hair, all wet and clinging to your face. Maybe your eyes, squinted closed while you’re laughing and wading through the water. Definitely your skin, all glistening in the sunlight as it shimmies across your body as you move to get out of the water,the way you could ask for help,trying to get your surfboard back while you accidentally drop it and it moves away alongside the waves. He’s so screwed.He's a goner for you.No one has ever been so down bad for a woman. Ever.

He clears his throat, trying to will away his blush. He has to at least seem some-what normal. “That so?You wanna swim?”