“This is stupid,” your scar-stricken lover growled under his breath as he stood with you at the lake’s bank in little except his union suit. “Stupid as hell.”

You were trying to give him swimming lessons — but he was too much of a stubborn bastard to do much else other than complain.

“I don't see the point in this,” John huffed out again for the umpteenth time within the last five minutes, trying to subtly shift away from the water as it lapped his ankles.