"look look look! it's pink!"

you squeal and hold the shell between your index and thumb, presenting it happily to grayson who you made successfully made crack a smile.

"so it is." he holds out his palm and you place it upon his hand.

from this new angle, he examines the seashell. indeed, it's pink. a darker shade around the brim but becoming gradually lighter as it works more towards the middle- there, a soft baby pink. grayson nods and takes your hand into his, holding the back of it as he places the shell back into your hold and then folds your fingers over it gently.

"keep it safe. you can add it to your collection."

"oh! let me..." your voice trails off. you take the shell out of your hand, still latching onto grayson's hand. with your opposite, you begin to stuff the shell in your cleavage within your bikini top.

"there we go. safe."

"that's not what I meant by keeping it safe."

you shrug and drag him out farther into the ocean until the water reaches above tummy level. though you don't go any farther to refrain from letting the sea steal the shell buried in your breasts.

so you stop. the water had began to grow warmer the farther out you walked. though the texas sun had been shining over it, so it wasn't much of a surprise.

you untwine your hand from grayson's and use it to latch onto his bicep as you extend your gaze upwards to find said sun. you use your free hand to shield your eyes before they begin to wet from the brightness.