"I can be as salty as I want because you're a fucking bitch."

Rekker tossed the surfboard down on the beach. Bjorn though, there was something about the wind tugging at his hair and shirt that was absolutely arousing. Grinning he grabbed Bjorn around the waist and picked him up.

"Let's go find out." He was carrying him toward the water though he wouldn't throw him in dressed, or at least not insist expensive boots. This was all about harassment.