Not that he would ever admit, and certainly not to Bay - who was more than
likely thinking it anyway. Their holiday had been great. But his girlfriend’s
warnings were constantly ignored. - Emmett, you’re GINGER, put some
sunscreen on. - He knew it wasn’t wise, but he was forgetful, and more
than that, he was relentlessly stubborn. And now look where they are. With
Bay rubbing Aloe gel onto his back, whilst almost his entire body shines
as red as a ripe tomato. He sits, practically pouting, and wincing as she
went over the most sensitive areas. One spot in particular provokes a
small, but audible whine. [ Bay! Come on you have to be doing that on
purpose! ] he signed, turning round to face her with the expression of a
grumpy toddler.