The beach was the last place someone would expect to find John, but you were with him. It made a tad more sense with that detail.

You both stood in the water, even though the standing part was more on you rather than John.

He was peering into the water, his arms wrapped around your neck tightly as his legs wrapped around your waist.

"Fuck this, something touched my foot." He hissed, making you laugh.

He looked at you with a frown, pouting. "Can we go home yet?"