"AHHHH!" I screamed, the cold water bouncing off my skin. "James! That' so COLD!"
"Aw, Angel, I'm sorry," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
I took this opportunity to point my squirt gun at James' chest.
"I'VE BEEN TRICKED!" he yelled, throwing his hands and backing away slowly.
"Drop the gun," I said sternly.
He dropped his gun but continued to back away.
I squirted him anyway.
James, after squealing like a little girl, picked up his squirt gun and preceded to squirt me in the back.
"NO!" I screamed, throwing myself to the ground. James pinned me down, straddling me. "Jaaaames!"
He leaned down to my ear to whisper something. "Do you promise to not spray me with your evil liquids?"
"Y-yes," I mumbled.
"Do you promise to love me?" He nodded. "For how long?" I tested.
"Forever."
"Alright. I promise."
"Good," he whispered and kissed my cheek.
