That startles a laugh out of Derek and he dunks under the water to wet his hair again, resurfacing and reaching up to push it back away from his forehead. He swims a lazy circle around Thomas and then grabs his wrist, leading him back to the shore. "We can't spend all day in here."

Derek walks up onto the beach and then sits at the edge of the wet sand, tipping his head back and letting the sun warm his skin, drying up the water. He looks up at Thomas with a small smile, unable to help the way his gaze sweeps over his body, and the tips of his ears turn pink. "Besides, I promised you a real breakfast."