The sun was beating down, the distant sound of the waves rolling in, all of it making a dormant flutter in Jake Seresin's heart come back to life. He loved the beach, perhaps more than he loved anywhere else. He always had, ever since he was a rookie and had come to the beach for the first time.

Jake had grown up in rural Texas. The closest he'd gotten to going to the beach was splashing around in little creeks and chasing his female cousins with tadpoles or water skaters while they hollered for their mamas.

But there was something different about the ocean. It gave him a real sense of pure, unadulterated invigoration.

He had very quickly found as a young man that he loved beach football. They had a rare day off, and somehow, he managed to convince the others to play a match of beach football. It was the kind of game that got your blood pumping.

Afterwards, he found you lounging on the beach, catching the last bits of UV. "Just what else do you need to tan, sugar?" He laughed as he sat down next to your towel.