Neville face was flushed as well; he couldn't believe his cheek at just kissing her skin like that. It had made him want to do more, far more, but that wasn't their deal. He had committed to going slower with her, and he was going to make an effort at it. Still, massaging her skin and then letting his lips taste her, even briefly, was hardly the actions of a man who was trying to hold back.
In his embarrassment, he reached down for the little girl, and cradling her in his arms, he moved the few feet they were from the beach. Holding her, he began to move into the water so he could get her in, so that Olivia could touch water. But as soon as he got in to his ankles, she started making a small whining sound, one clearly of fear.
"It's okay, honey. I'm not going to let you go," and for a moment, Neville tried to decide what to do: go deeper, or stay where he was. He didn't want to scare her, not at all. So, he lowered himself to the sand, the water now lapping up his legs, "See? It's the ocean. Want to play in it?" he asked, taking one hand and patting it on the water's surface to make splashes. He turned over his shoulder to look at Hannah, and while he had a question for her, he wanted to just look at her for a minute.
She looked even better from the front than she had from the back, and he swallowed hard, "I think she's a bit afraid. Do you...do you want to come out and sit with us?"