Kearney blushed, adverting her eyes down to the sand and away from Aidrian's nearly naked self. He had his dark gray boxers on; the rest of his clothes lay in a heap.

"The water is probably freezing!" She exclaimed while taking peeks at him.

For a guy that had been dead for nearly two years now, he was gorgeous. His skin was as dark as it had been the day he died, caused by both his Arabic heritage and years in the Egyptian sun. His body rippled with muscles similar to that of the one's on Marquette's body; his were much more defined.

A cocky grin spread across his face. "Not that cold. It is summer after all. You know you want to."

Her eyes drifted over his body freely now. He had such a way of making her… She had already been a bad girl, shy around guys, but a serious trouble maker nonetheless. Things felt free around Aidrian though.

"Marquette might miss us." Excuses, excuses. She wasn't sure why she just didn't go in the water with him when she so clearly wanted to.

"Her brothers are with her. And if they leave anytime soon, which is not likely, she has Evan. Kearney, don't waste an opportunity to have fun. Prove to me that you want me to stay," he ordered. She knew he was joking, but something in his tone made her think.

She smiled flirtatiously up at him. "Are you saying that if I don't strip to my bra and these boxers"—she lifted the stretchy part of the blue boxers over the top of her skirt—"of yours and go swimming in the ocean at night, you'll leave me?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer. He nibbled on her ear. "Of course not. That would be blackmail."

"Oh, you're devious." She slipped out of her Doc Martens. "But you win."

His eyes, usually just a mixture of honey brown and blue, flared green and gold as he felt content to watch her undress. Her skirt and sweater fell to the sand. Grinning devilishly, Aidrian grabbed Kearney's hand, pulling her towards the water.

"Are you sure this isn't dangerous?" She asked, worried.

"I won't let you drown, honey."

"So it is dangerous," she muttered as the salt water washed over her feet. It was cool and refreshing.

Aidrian placed his hand on her waist, pulling her out further. Now she stood knee deep, the waves gently lifting up and lapping at her thighs. At least the water's calm, she thought. Aidrian lay back in the water, staring into her blue and green eyes.

"Are you just going to stand there?"

"Why do you call Marquette 'babe'?" She lowered herself into the water.

He waited until she finished dunking her head to answer her. "I don't know. It's just a cute pet name." He swam over to her. "Are you jealous of it?"

She placed her arms around his neck, placing herself closer. "No."

He kissed her cheek, then her neck, then her shoulders. "Good. There is no room for jealousy."

He red hair floated behind her in the water. He picked it up, bunching it on top of her head. She laughed and splashed him. He wiped the water off his face, grinning at her.

She giggled. "Aidrian?"

He snuggled up to her, one hand pressed against the small of her back. "Yeah?"

"I have to tell you something."

He planted lazy kisses along her neck and collar bone. "What is it, Kearney?"

"I, um…"

She couldn't get the words out of her mouth. Aidrian didn't seem like the commitment type. He could be arrogant and egotistical, and sweet, and funny, and caring…

"Kearney!"

She could feel the gritty sand clinging to her back, absorbing the salt water. How did she get onto the sand?

"What happened?" She looked into Aidrian's concerned eyes.

"You blacked out again, my sweet. You almost drowned."

"But my god saved me. Just like he promised."

A small, worried smile touched his lips. "Let's go back inside."