"That's my face!" *** "The beach is annoying! You get sand everywhere and the ocean is good at pulling you under."
"It was my hand! I'm a journalist, Landon! My hands are my most important tools!" * * * "Hush! He'll hear you!"
"Okay, but I didn't lick your eyes. That'd be disgusting." * * * He nodded, throwing an arm over her shoulders. "Better."
"And I didn't lick your mouth. I licked your cheek," she said patiently. * * * "I can tell you like the beach still."
"Oh, is that what you were getting at?" she teased, giving him a quick kiss. "I wondered." * * * He squinted at her, taking off his glasses to clean them. "Do you, now?"
"Sorry. I didn't hear you." * * * "Hmph. If it's any consolation, I like you more than the beach too."
She grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. "Lovely. That's what I thought." * * * "I know. It's crazy, right?"