Cara felt Gregory’s arms tighten around her and her heart started to pound in anticipation. She was insanely nervous and giddy at the same time, absolutely certain he was about to kiss her.  She looked up at him… And he suddenly backed away, grinning like a mad man as he pulled off his shirt and dove into the water. “Wait-<em>don’t!</em>” She started to say, throwing her hands up in a futile attempt to block the ensuing deluge.<br/><br/>Cara was just able to turn away from the worst of the splash, but there was still a fair amount of cold seawater that drenched her side, back, hair. She dashed back on to the beach, out of the surf and far enough away that she wouldn’t be hit with any other<em>rogue waves</em>.  She was laughing, surprised and amused that Gregory would dive into the water half-dressed. As he resurfaced she crossed her arms across her chest and fixed him with steely glare, softened somewhat by the half-smile tugging at one corner of her lips.<br/><br/>“I can’t believe you did that!” She called to him.  “You could have warned me you know!”  She craned her neck back over one shoulder, making it obvious that despite her dry front, she hadn’t escaped some soaking.  At least it<em>hadn’t</em>been her front – the thin shirt she wore would be more see-through than not if it had gotten wet. “And,<em>no</em>, I certainly<em>won’t</em>be swimming in that freezing water! I’m not dressed for it-“<em>Not that he </em>was,<em> but it was different for guys, wasn’t it?</em><br/><br/>Here Cara paused, uncrossing her arms and rubbing at the back of her neck with one hand self-consciously.  She walked over to a tide pool and sat down on one of the larger boulders surrounding it, watching Gregory in the deeper surf.<br/><br/>“Anyway,” She yelled out to him, “I can’t swim.”<br/><br/>