Neville happily handed over the little girl to Hannah, his fingers brushing against her as she took Olivia from his grasp. He glanced at her, a longing look that he didn't even realize he was making and turned to look over the water for a moment and then back at Hannah's face as she adjusted Olivia in her arms.
"I'm coming too," he said, as he wadding in with Hannah. He let his hands reach for the water, swirling his hands about as the water moved higher on his leg the deeper they got. There were not that many waves at the moment, at least not yet. Neville wasn't sure how many big waves this beach got; there were plenty of other children and adults swimming about but he noticed no surf boards of any type. A few people were floating on boogie boards, and floatation devices, but the water was fairly calm.
Neville felt a moment of awkwardness, as he wanted to speak to Hannah but didn't want to distract her from her daughter's first ocean experience. He dearly wanted to touch her again, to put his hand at her waist, or hold her, or run his fingers through her hair but he held back, again that idea of pacing themselves playing out in his head. He was an utter git, he realized, letting his mind run wild like it was. This was for Olivia, not for him.
"This is the planned location for the party, right? I thing its brilliant," he offered, his eyes finding hers and giving her a small, shy sort of smile.