“You little shit!” he bellows. “Okay, yes, that was harsh. I admit it,” I tell him, teasing. “But it was only fair. I almost died that night, Damon.” “Get your ass in here, and I’ll show you what death looks like!” “Are you crazy?” I pick up another piece of cheese. “That water’s really cold.” He growls and swims for the back of the boat, and I finally let myself laugh as I grab a towel for him.
