Isaac reclined back on the shore absentmindedly digging his fingers through the grass, enjoying the scent of fresh pine needles, the unseasonably warm spring sun stroking his face, and - especially - the view.
Alessa stood with her back to him, her tall, curvaceous form poised on the edge of a large boulder, the afternoon sun reflecting off the water of the lake onto her long, bare limbs, her skin glowing luminous against the forest. Isaac groaned hungrily to himself, and she paused, her gaze dancing to him over her shoulder, before she leapt off and slipped into the water.
Surfacing with a yelp, she swam hastily towards the shore, visibly shivering under the gentle waves.
The spell broken, Isaac chuckled and called out, "I don't know what else you were expecting in March."
She waded in the neck-deep water, teeth chattering, until she could find her footing. "It'll be April n-n-n-next week," she argued, hissing through clenched lips.