"I'm sorry that I ruined our time together," I tell him, as he wraps his jacket around my body.
"Who said you ruined it? I enjoyed every bit of it," I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Well all except the . . . You know, but it was mostly because I didn't know what to do."
"Yeah, I get it." He turns up the heat a little in the car, since we were both soaking wet.
"Aren't we ruining your seats?"
He shrugs, "they're replaceable."
"Where'd you learn that?"
"What?"
"What you did back there in the sea."
"Oh, I don't know. Every time I feel like things are becoming too much I come to the ocean."
"I think many people do that, but . . . You made me float, why?"
"It just seemed like you needed to feel something different, like you needed to be carried."
"Did you read that in a book somewher
