Sean's POV.
I pushed Savanna in the paddle boat, eager to reach the shallow spot I had in mind. I wasn't entirely sure if she could dive down far enough, but I knew this area would be the shallowest point before we ventured too far from the shore. It was a calculated choice, made with her interests in mind.
This spot was known for its beautiful seashells, scattered across the sandy bottom, and I could already envision how perfect they would be for her art project. I could hardly wait to see her reaction when she realized just how many treasures awaited us beneath the surface. The anticipation built as we glided through the water, the sun shining down, and the excitement of our little adventure ahead.
Savanna's POV.
As I watched Sean power through the water, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mingled with a hint of anxiety. The vast expanse of the ocean stretched out before us, and the shoreline became a distant memory. A small part of me felt uneasy about being so far from land, but the thrill of the adventure quickly pushed those worries aside.
When Sean finally slowed down and announced, "We're here, this is the perfect spot for diving for sea shells," I felt a wave of relief wash over me. His voice carried a hint of concern as he asked if I could dive, and I appreciated his willingness to help if I needed it. "That's fine, let me see if my friends packed me some goggles or a snorkel," I replied, rummaging through my beach bag.
Finding the snorkel face mask was a stroke of luck, but then something shiny caught my eye. I pulled out a small gold package and gasped, instantly regretting it. My heart raced as I quickly shoved it back into the depths of the bag, hoping Sean hadn't noticed.
"What's the matter?" he asked, a hint of curiosity lacing his tone.
"Nothing, just my friends played a prank on me when they packed my bag for me," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I was slowly turning a bright red because of Molly's and Brooke's antics. I could already imagine the playful confrontation I would have with them when I got back because of this little gold package. I can't believe they put a condom in my beach bag! But for now, I had to focus on the adventure ahead and not let their prank embarrass me. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself.
Sean's POV.
Im not sure, why Savanna was red with embarrassment. I couldn't help thinking she looked cute all flustered.
Savanna fiddled with her mask, adjusting it to get the right fit. I was prepared to coax her a bit before she took the plunge, but to my surprise, she suddenly jumped in without warning. I hadn't expected her to be so eager, but I was glad I didn't have to push her. Maybe considering our first meeting I shouldn't have been surprised. I smiled remembering the way she swam with me clothing and all.
Watching her dive beneath the surface, I felt a mix of admiration and excitement. The water rippled around her, and I could see the determination in her movements as she began exploring the under the sea. I let go of the boat, ready to assist if she needed it, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing she was diving in headfirst—literally.
I dove down to help her get to the bottom. I just grabbed her hand and we plunged to the bottom quickly. I knew I'd have to take her up for air but how soon? I questioned myself. By the time we collected just 3 shells. Only 1 of which she found. She started swimming up towards the surface. Not realizing why. I try and speak to her and mentally slap myself. She can't speak to me underwater. I'm such an idiot! I'd didn't think this part through I scolded myself. I swim up towards her easily catching up with my swimming speed. I grab her hand again tugging her up. Once we break the surface she rips off her mask. Breathing loudly and she was completely out of breath.
I had been so excited to share this experience with Savanna, and I thought we were having a great time—until I saw the look on her face. She ripped off her mask and gasped for air, the beauty of the ocean obviously taking a backseat to her need to breathe.
"The sea is so breathtaking," she said, still catching her breath. I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Literally!" But then reality hit me. "Climb back in the boat. This isn't going to work like this."
When she looked at me with that sad expression, I felt a knot form in my stomach. Was she upset about having to come back? Did she want to keep diving? I swam over and lifted her back into the boat, surprised at how light she was. I couldn't help but wonder if she was eating properly.
"Why won't it work?" she asked, her voice tinged with heartbreak. My heart sank as I realized she might be feeling disappointed.
"Because you could only hold your breath for about two minutes," I replied, trying to keep my tone gentle. But then, to my shock, she burst into tears. Panic set in as I scrambled to figure out how to console her. I reached out, "Don't cry." I soothed, but my words felt inadequate in the face of her distress. What had I done to make her feel this way? I start to push the boat deeper into the vast sea. I needed to find someone. Someone I knew lives near by. Looking back at Savanna to check on her. I saw she was rummaging through her bag. Pulling out a large towel she covered herself. She still looked heartbroken. She didn't think I was ending our date so abruptly did she?