Her eyes were locked on his, searching the grey pools. There was so much there. Too much. She didn't understand what she saw- or she had too hard of a time accepting it, just like the water caressing her skin. Or not caressing as water couldn't do that.
"Maybe-" she pulled his lips back to his for a somewhat restrained kiss, "we should-" and another "thi- not-" she couldn't make any of the words form on her lips, shouldn't honestly protest. Logically she knew that sleeping with Jeremiah was a bad idea, at least right now, but the arguments meant increasingly less to her. Her lips were certainly still talking though as they continued to kiss him, deeper and harder.
What broke over her, she wasn't sure but she turned her head, breathing hard again, one hand still his jaw, the other still buried in the sand below her. "I don't feel right," she breathed, her eyes closing as she tried to get her mind about her again.