Desmond grinned softly when Michael leaned over to kiss him, and he returned it gently. "I'll try not to," he promised. He sighed as he watched the other head off to to the ocean, and then he leaned back, hoping that everything was okay. He got the feeling that something was up, but he wasn't sure what it could be. He hoped he hadn't messed up. . .

He shrugged a little. He was probably just overreacting though. They were at the beach, they were supposed to be swimming and relaxing and stuff. Which was exactly what he was going to do; he laid back, stretching back out on the blanket and closed his eyes, just lapping up the warm sun. Of course, the warmth of the sun made him drowsy and he ended up drifting off.