The girl leant against him and allowed her body weight to be supported by the cool, murky water. Taking her head in his hands, he held her face above the surface as she lay back into the sea. “Am I.. swimming..?” She breathed in softly, her eyes closed, droplets of salt water glittering against her eyelashes.
The boy grinned. “Not quite, Annie. This is called floating.” “Floating...” She relaxed into the water, her lips slowly curving into a gentle smile. “If this is what floating feels like, then I think it is the best thing in the world.”