Tension

When the water was up around their necks, they turned
away from each other. Sand puckered
up and over the sides of his feet, his
hands stroking the surface of the water
as he bobbed slowly. White foam waves slapped
her cheeks and chin while she reached
tip-toe and started to swim
lazily, further from shore. He stole
sideways glances at her tangled,
wet hair, weaving across the water. Her
legs enjoyed the resistance, barely
running while her arms floated upward,
just breaking the surface tension, sensing his
eyes warming the back of her head
as it slid under. He never moved.