#samtmem

The sun was shining, just as the weather forecast had said. You and Sam walked hand in hand slowly down to the beach with a small picnic basket you found in your holiday home in Sam’s hand. The breeze ruffled your dress and Sam’s light linen shirt.

You looked for an even patch of sand and, finding one, spread out everything for your early lunch with a perfect view of gently lapping waves. Sam pulled you to him. Pieces of fruit found their way into your mouth and his.You stole kisses from Sam, especially if he just had a piece of strawberry. Sam stole kisses from you, especially if you just had a piece of peach.

After some time, Sam stood up to get a running start into the water. Literally. He couldn’t wait one more second and decided to get a minimum of work out into his day by running about twenty steps on the beach and some more to get into deeper water to submerge himself up to his neck.

“Good?” You called out.

“Perfect temperature!” Sam grinned when he jogged up to you. “How about I’ll get you out there?”

You nodded and Sam swooped you up bridal style and slowly jogged to the water and waded in. You wondered why he didn’t do anything more. Until he softly threw you into the water that quickly became deeper.

The cold water.

Very cold.

“Sam!” You shrieked when you came up again. “You said it was perfect!”

He smiled adoringly at you, entirely wet and hair plastered to your face.

“Perfect to want to move.”

You went over to him, trying to suppress a smile but failing.

“So, you wanna move?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s move” You whispered and kissed him.

Suddenly thunder rumbled and you quickly pulled Sam out of the water.

“Why does he have to visit now? Here?” You grumbled.