Bryn will admit that she had never been with a merman. But a man was a man. There was only so much that could be hidden. Jeans couldn't hide it, but from access, and it looked like a tail was the same way.
She would be lying to him and herself if she wasn't a little pleased with herself. She lay on the bank when he slipped into the water. Her head where his lap had been. Smug grin perched on her lips.
Strands of ginger dangling below the surface as she waited for him to return, with a single foot. Her fingers tracing the top.