He pouted when she walked off, stripping himself of his jeans and going into the ice cold water without a second thought. He still kept his boxers on, making a gasp as that pins and needles hit his skin. "Holy fucking Jesus Christ!" It was Sharp, and he gripped the sides of the tub for leverage.

"Zoe!" He called out just before holding himself under water. What she didn't realize was he was practically five. He wanted company. He was still under water when she came in, coming back out like a rabid sea monster. "Shit that's cold." His teeth were chattering under his lips.