Once again, she was stilled by his foolhardy forward actions. She looked at their hands, fingers nearly laced, and her eyes narrowed. "You have it backwards," she cooed, the hand on his shoulder sliding down his spine as she gingerly propelled herself closer to him.
The ribbon fish made a home in her hair, pulling the wayward strands together as a cohesive unit. She arched her fingertips against his chin, nails prickling his skin just slightly. "You were mine." Bold, fearless, tireless. He was a complete puzzle, something she didn't yet understand and never expected to see. And that anomaly had to be hers to covet.
With her legs still trailing upwards into the water above their heads, she pulled herself closer to him, brushing the apple of her cheek over the wayward tuft of his dark hair. Her arms wound around him, one hand cupping the back of his head while the other pressed flat against his side.