Maks wanted to swim, but Meryl protested.
“It’s cold,” she insisted, smacking Maks hand as he gently tugged on one of the thin straps on her bathing suit. Then she crossed her arms and pouted at him.
“Babe, it’s like eighty degrees out.”
Meryl shook her head. “The water, I mean. It’s too cold. I like the sun.” She fell back onto her towel, closing her eyes and stretching her arms above her head to take in the warm sun.
“You’re not winning this one, you know,” Jenna told Maks, lounging contentedly on her own towel and not even looking in his direction.
“Hmm.” Maks just watched Meryl for a moment, a smiling unwillingly crossing his lips. “Well, how about a compromise?”
Meryl held her hand up to block the sun and opened one eye, looking at him skeptically. “Go on.”
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