The water helped to cool Desmond off, both figuratively and literally, and by the time he emerged from the surf, shaking the water out of his hair, he felt better. He felt invigorated and he tugged upward on his swim trunks, which were riding low on his hips.

He grinned and headed back to Michael, grabbing a towel and rubbing it over his hair, leaving it standing on end. "I dunno about you but I'm hungry now," he said as he dried off a bit and then sat down beside Michael, leaning over and giving him a kiss.

He was glad that he'd thought of this, going to the beach. It was nice to just relax and spend time with Michael. Was it crazy to be so attached to a guy that he hadn't known for very long?