"If 'finding cover' is your guess, then you are wrong," he says casually, shrugging out of his shirt. "And you shouldn't waste your time with such unnecessary questions about whether or not I am out of my mind."

He take his time in folding up his shirt and setting it on the sand, giving Watson some time to absorb what's happening. When he stands up again, he sets his hands on his hips, watching Watson's progress. This is fun. He likes it when he comes up with a plan that turns out to be more entertaining than he could have possibly guessed it could be. What's more, it's risky and dangerous and playful, and that feels quite good right now.

Better than the water is going to feel.