They walked down the shore, both soaking wet. She could see his back through his now see through shirt. The girl could see the way his muscles moved as he walked, he always had a certain flair in his tred but tonight he seemed different. Simon always seemed strong and confident but as he walked in front of her he seemed vulnerable.
He leaned forward a bit trying keep himself warm with his arms. His hair almost seemed glued to his scalp and the sand got all over his head. She looked at his hands, wondering what they would feel like if she were to hold them. Suddenly he stopped and straightened his back again. He looked like himself again. Str