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With school out of session and July in full swing, the boardwalk was alive with summer.

In a weird way, even having grown up in California, it felt more west coast that east coast in his opinion. The number of bodies wandering in shorts and tank-tops or even dressed down to their swimwear was so quintessentially standard that for a second he could almost picture it being more from a television show than real life. But for as many people were wandering the boardwalk, the beach proper was almost bare but for a few wandering families.

It was crowded up on the strip, but the water looked quiet. Almost private, if not for a few kids squealing as they splashed in the shallows.

He'd packed a duffle bag. Towels, sunblock, and a few bags of chips. Nothing but the basics when they had shops and food carts barely out of sight. But if he was honest, nothing seemed like much of a necessity when the apartment was a bus ride away and he had Dee to distract him.

With whatever black magic she somehow managed to use on him that left him with itchy palms and the impulse to smile like an idiot.

"In a few days when I'm peeling, I get to blame it on you." He said pointedly, raising an eyebrow and then giving Dee a wry grin.

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"Okay, here we go." He warned her, slowly bending his knees so she could get the idea and follow along with him. When he was sure they were on the same page he dropped his weight backwards as if taking a slow seat, and while they immediately sunk down to their shoulders, he sprawled out his legs and let the water keep them suspended in the splashing water.

Waiting a second to make sure they didn't sink any further, he grinned into her hair. "Nice. I wasn't even sure that would work."

It feels safer, somehow, floating there with Carson behind her, pressed against his chest like that. She tentatively kicks her feet a little, enjoying the way it feels to move through the water.

"Yeah, okay, this definitely feels better."

"We're like otters," he quipped with a grin. Even with the rock of the waves it was easy enough to relax and settle back, biting down a grin when Dee kicked her feet. With a relaxed sigh he let the water carry them, only giving a few steering kicks himself when the waves threatened to wash them further into the shallows.

"This was a good idea," he told her, even if he could feel his ears and neck prickling from the sun.

"Yeah," says Girl, nodding, leaning back into the cradle of Carson's better, relaxing and letting the water carry them. She trails her fingers through the water, tracing them along Carson's thigh, idly playing with the hem of his shorts.

At the feel of her fingers spidering across his thigh his lips twitched. Kicking idly against the pull of waves, he quirked an eyebrow down at the top of her head. "If you try to start something you can't finish," he warned with a heavy tone of humor. "Don't think I won't take the opportunity to toss you in and see if you can swim."

"Oh, calm down," says Girl, rolling her eyes and grinning up at him. "I'm just touching you, okay? Because I like touching you."

"I'm just saying," he stressed teasingly. "That setting me up for a public boner would be insanely rude and kind of cruel. At least if you get turned on in public nobody knows."

"I would never ever set you up for a boner unless I was in a position to get my hands on it," she says, flashing him a bright grin. "Promise."

"I'm going to remember that when we get back to my place," he told her with a smirk and an arched brow. "Probably around the same time I'm checking to see if you got any tan lines while we were out here."

Girl giggles at that, kicking her feet in the water again. Carson's arms wrapped around her make her feel safe. The water is cool and the sun shines down. She's not sure if she's ever been this content.

"I think I can live with that."