Cara leaned back on her elbows, a wry grin twisting her lips as she watched Gregory make his way out of the surf and up onto the beach towards her.  The water plastered his hair to his head and neck, and ran in heavy rivulets down his body, leaving a trail of beaded, wet sand behind him.  She didn’t bother hiding the fact that she was staring at him, in fact, she even raised a hand to shade her eyes, the better to see him as he approached.<br/><br/><em>Wet denim</em>, she thought.<em>Was there any worse feeling in the world?</em>Cara shook her head and laughed as Gregory sat down. Better him than her.<br/><br/>“I sure hope you didn’t have anything important in your pockets.”<br/><br/>She shook her head when he offered his shirt.  “No thank you, it’s really not that bad.” Cara gave a pointed glance to his soaked jeans before looking back up at Gregory’s face. “A little while in the sun should do it, unless you’re in a hurry to get back...”<br/><br/>At that, Cara rearranged herself on the rocks, lying on her front so the sun could dry the back of her clothing.  She could just reach down into the tide pool below the rocks, trailing her fingers in the water. Making herself comfortable.  In no hurry at all to go anywhere.<br/><br/>“I have to tell you, Gregory - everything about you so far has been unexpected.  I’m not sure you’ll be able to surprise me much more after today. Although, if you could teach me to swim after everyone else I know failed, I’ll be positively<em>shocked</em>”