Nic didn't say anything.

Laurel fell silent for a long moment, "You know... that I'll always love you, right?" she whispered as she kissed his neck, "I... don't have a choice anymore."

"Neither do I," Nic whispered in her ear after a moment. "... I will always love you."

A shiver went up Laurel's spine at his words, "Nic..." she whispered, "what are we going to do...?"

"... I don't know," he replied quietly.

Laurel was shaking a little, "We keep... hurting each other, Nic," she said softly, pressing her face back into his chest.

Nic didn't say anything as he rubbed Laurel's back gently.

Laurel eventually muttered, "As much as I love you... You smell like dirt," and tried to pull away.

Nic reluctantly let go. After another moment he silently turned to go back to the helm.

Laurel grabbed his hand, not letting him, "What's the rush?" she asked quietly.

Nic stopped, but didn't turn around. "... By now... I'm sure Wolfe is itching to ask me some questions."

"I don't care..." Laurel whispered as she let go of Nic's hand. He heard the rustle of clothing behind him as Laurel started to strip. They were just far enough away the the island to be out of sight. "C'mon, the water's warm."

Nic glanced back before quickly glancing away again. "I..." he replied, "We can't do this right now."

Laurel shook her head, "We can't go back to the resort looking like we do," she replied quietly.

"... You go first then," Nic told her.

Laurel grunted a little, unhappy but she didn't complain as she jumped over the side. She splashed around for a little while before trying to pull herself back on the boat and failing. "Um.... Nic?" she called, a bit embarrassed.