Jeremy Thompson lowered his gaze to the woman whose face was flushed, along with signs of obvious drunkenness, his long arms circling her soft waist, "Then I'll take you to bed."
Anna Ainsworth quickly shook her head, "No need, I can..."
But as she stepped out, she stepped into a sand pit and immediately lost her balance, about to fall.
He swiftly reached over to grab her arm and pulled her back into his embrace, "Be careful, the beach isn't so even underfoot."
At the other end of the beach, Xaviar was holding a lantern that twinkled with light, running up and down the beach with a group of children, their laughter carrying far and wide, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Meanwhile, Anna Ainsworth was already in Jeremy's arms, who after a slight struggle from her, tightened his grip around her waist with each squirm, until she was almost completely pressed against him.
