“Then again, maybe not.”
Finn laughed lightly and shook his head. “What do you have in mind?”
Brody pressed his lips together and leaned forward. “Urm, I was thinking we could get some fries, drive up to the sea, but if you don’t fancy it—
“It sounds perfect.” Finn whispered.
He fidgeted in his seat, and so did Brody. The only non-perfect aspect to Brody’s plan was their damp clothing, but when they both had a paper cone of fries in their laps, they stopped caring. Finn kept the truck running, and the combination of the fries, and the heater warmed them quickly. Happiness was responsible for the other heat coursing through his body.
“You know, we could just swim naked.” Finn muttered.
Brody pursed his lips. “We could, but I think you’d get too excited.”
Finn smirked. “And you would too.”
“Yeah, you got that right.”
“Then that settles it, clothes are a must.”