He felt like passing the fuck out. Never had he ever thought his bloody girlfriend would convince him to try and get over his fear of the ocean, or well water in general. He was sitting on a paddle board with you, in a lake. He was shaking slightly and you noticed he was a a bit pale, a contrast to his normally tan skin. He was terrified. Terrified of the water, terrified of drowning and terrified of YOU drowning...even though you can swim.

his had his knees to his chest, refusing to touch the water or even look at it for too long. He honestly just felt sick and regretted agreeing to this. He keeps his gaze on your back as you use the paddle to paddle yourselves around slowly