This was baby steps for Xander. This was going slow for him. Especially with a nice buzz going, he was usually much more aggressive. Hell, he had been more aggressive in her room that first night. Though, the thought of her in that outfit brought a grin back to his lips.
The flaw in Alice’s plan was a simple one. While he might have had a suit, it was alllll the way back up at the truck, at the top of the beach, and oh so far away. Especially in his buzzed state, it was far too far away. He actually didn’t even want to get up and move. No, he was quite content sitting there for the moment and watching her swim. But then, she was there and dripping all over him and getting him quite soaked in the process, and yet another flaw in that plan came to fore. He was a surfer after all, getting wet fully clothed didn’t bother him.
So, he gave her a wry smirk, ran his fingers through his hair, and then he leaned forward as he rose. Poor little Alice would find herself being lifted up, thrown over his shoulder, and then bounced a bit as the man ran back into the surf and leapt into the ocean. With her over his shoulder, and all of his clothes still on. When he finally did come back to the surface and pull her up with him, they would be just past the breaker line as he grinned at her.