"Mohawk?" Savannah asked, laughter gushing from her suddenly. Her arms slid around his neck as he moved closer to her, her skin smooth sliding against his damp shoulders and neck. "Can I dye it pink?"
She grew a little more serious as he spoke, face softening as he went on. Savannah scooted closer to the edge of the pool so that her body pressed snugly against his. Electrified the soul? No wonder he was a musician...
But Savannah had nothing to top that.
"You think we'll get one?" she asked after a long moment of silence as the words were digested between them. It wasn't that she minded the thought of a storm... She just hoped someone -- CJ -- would be there to share it with her. He seemed like a good guy to spend a rainy afternoon with... "I heard storms are always like totally worse on the open ocean."