My face ends up buried in the crook of his neck, lips working mindlessly over damp skin, arms wrapped around him, holding onto him in a loose embrace. Back slipping on the rocks, water laps at the base of my throat and I laugh weakly, tightening my arms around him to stay afloat. With awareness slowly dawning, I realize how precarious this little perch of mine is, shoulders aching, skin rubbed raw from the rough stone at my back.

Not that I care. I'm about a million miles from giving a fuck right now.