Cissy wouldn't have minded if he had dropped her as long as he picked her back up and kissed her to death. Kissing had to be her most favorite thing out of anything. She would love to just lay there with him on the beach and kiss for hours, until the sun set, until they both got cold, until they had no other choice but to keep one another warm. That sounded entirely romantic and she was a sucker for romance, probably because no one had ever really put that much effort into romancing her before.
Rolling her eyes, Cissy shook her head softly. "See, you shouldn't have said that. You should have just taken credit. I mean, after all, you're the one that thought to ask, right?" She gave a small shrug of her shoulders, her eyes glancing to the shore just as his had and then back at his face. "I take it you don't care too much for water?" She asked, though it was obvious by the look upon his face. A hand reached out to brush a strand of hair back out of his face before she rolled onto her side to face him, resting her head upon her hands.
"What's the story behind that?" She wanted to know everything about him, and the things that he feared and the reason why he feared them certainly fell into the category of everything.