Miles stands at the water’s edge, shielding his eyes against the light. “Are you coming?” I shout back over the water’s roar. I see him laugh but can’t hear it, and I feel robbed of the sound. He takes off his shirt and pants, and comes toward me in easy, lazy strides. He picks up speed as he reaches me, water splashing up to my thighs and stomach as he catches me around the waist, hoists me off my feet. I shriek with surprised laughter, and he carries me deeper, my arms locked over his.
