The sun casting its golden rays onto the sandy shore. The gentle breeze carries the salty scent of the sea while seagulls glide gracefully overhead. A great day, perfect for going to the beach and soaking up the sun.

Well, that was your plan. Until Dante lifted you from your lounger, holding you bridal style and walking towards the shore, laughing as you started to squirm in his strong arms.

"Stop kicking, the water isn't that cold." He grinned mischievously.