Blake's POV
"Be careful," Noah says, standing too close to me and putting his hands on my hips, but I don't mind right now.
"I will," I reassure him.
"Don't forget to come up for air and stay away from the bad algae." Noah reminds me, and I nod.
"You know I don't actually need air." I remind him
"But still. that still kind of makes me nervous," he says, looking down at his hands that are still on my hips. "Just be safe and come back to me," he says quietly. "I will be right here on Sunday to pick you up, but if you want to come home early, don't hesitate to. I'll wait right here all weekend-"
"Noah, you don't have to do that. I'll be fine." I say, putting my hand on his chest and patting it lightly as he watches my hand.
"Ok." he sighs, then looks back up into my eyes.
"Blake,
