“Shark,” I say, lowering her into the water. “He’s a renaissance shark.”
“You know, you’re kind of full of nonsense,” she says, kissing my nose. “It’s one of the reasons I like you so much. Everything around me is so serious all the time—my job, my family. It’s nice to be around someone kind of silly. It brings out that side in me.”
“I was just about to say that about you. I’m rarely comfortable enough with anyone to act this way. You bring it out in me. And believe me, you’re the first person to ever call me silly. Everyone thinks I’m too serious all the time.”
“I like silly you,” she says, snaking her arms and legs around me.
“Fuck,” I say, taking a deep breath. “I’m really going to miss the feeling of you wrapping yourself around my body like this. You’re like a little koala bear.”
“Not quite,” she says, laughing. “I read somewhere that koalas cling to trees because it cools their bodies down. Clinging to you has the exact opposite effect on me.”
“Hmm. Same,” I say, rubbing my face on hers. “I’m sorry I got all serious about marriage and stuff. I just really like you.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” she says. “I’m glad you’re being honest with me, but I’m being honest, too. I just want you to know who I am.”
“I appreciate that because I want to know everything about you. And I’m not going to stop learning about you after this weekend. This is just the beginning for me.”
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