She thanked him for the water and opened up her bottle to take a lengthy drink. He sunbathed nude. Oh, that was a titillating thought! But when? And where? "Alone on a private beach?" she continued, her tone playful and coy. "Or on the balcony of your own place? Or is it one of those tanning beds?"

It was just another little bit of him that she felt privileged to learn about. And another piece of intimacy she would fight tooth and nail to protect. She tried to figure out what element best represented him on more than one occasion, and she was still stuck between water and fire. He had a temper, for sure, but the depths of his emotion was as deep as the sea, so far.