We walk along the shore hand in hand as the water hits our feet and we walk out a little until the water gets about to our knees. I decide to be funny and dip my hand in the luke warm water and splash Paul and I chuckle and he snickers and smiles. I let go of his hand as he dips his hands in the water and splashes me big time and he gets me really wet. We both laugh wholeheartedly and I splash him with both of my hands. He runs towards me in the shallow water and scoops me up in his arms and twirls me around and we laugh and I wrap my arms around his neck and he stops and looks down at me with a smile on his face.
"Thanks for getting me all wet." I say with a soft laugh and he kisses my nose and I mess up his hair.
He carries me back to the blanket, sets me down and sits down by me and wraps a towel around me and pulls me close to him with his arms wrapped around me and I snuggle into his warm arm. I feel him rub my shoulder, trying to warm me up and he pulls me onto his lap and softly pushes my head down onto his warm, hairy chest and he tightly wraps his arms around me and rubs one of my legs as I keep the towel wrapped tightly around me.
"Are you warming up?" Paul asks me and I laugh softly and nod into his chest.
"Please don't leave in 4 days." he says quietly and kinda sadly.
"But I have to." I say back.
"You don't have to." he responds.
"I told my work I'd only be gone for 3 weeks." I reply.
"They won't let you change your mind?" he asks me.
"No." I mumble and he nods and tucks my head under his chin and rubs my back.
I hear him sigh. I wish I didn't have to leave, but I have to. We sit there awhile until I warm up and I was so comfortable there in his lap with his arms wrapped around me. Paul yawns and lays down on his back so I'm on top of him and I move so I'm laying on him and I lay my cheek on his warm chest. I feel him take the towel off of me and loosely wrap his arms around me. We laid there in silence while the sun shone on us and we listened to the waves hit the store and birds chirping. I thought about the next time we would see each other, when that next time would be because we haven't talked about it or even mentioned it. I hope it's soon because that last 3 months was so long and lonesome, so I just hope it won't be that long. I run my fingers up and down Paul's skinny arm and across his forearm that's thick with black hair. These past 2 weeks have gone by much too fast. It seems like time we spend together always goes by too fast and I hope that sooner or later, I hope it's sooner, that we will stop having to say goodbye to each other. I don't really know how or when that would happen though, and I know saying goodbye won't completely go away.