Getting a swimmer wet, that always earned one a counter attack in one form or another. This was just the easiest way for Xander to do it. Had there been a pool nearby, he wouldn’t have had to even get wet, but the ocean required a little more effort on that part. And so, he went into the drink as well. Thankfully, he wasn’t wearing or had anything on him that could get ruined in the water. All that was still in his trunk. Like his phone, or his wallet. So ha.
“Oh, I’m sooooo not ever wearing your clothes again. I don’t think I could fit into any of it, even if I lost like 80 pounds!” Then she jumped on him, and he let himself get dragged back into the water without too much of a protest. All those wet clothes made him just a little unbalanced after all. His hand would reach out to grab at her when she pulled away from him, or tried to get away though. He didn’t plan on letting her go that easily, oh no, not at all.