“Luke!” I yelled. “Put me down!”
He had me over his shoulder and was jogging to the water as if I were lighter than a feather. I was really near his butt and contemplated hitting it.
“The fastest way to get accustomed to the cold is to simply submerge yourself in it at once.”
“Listen, Gandhi,” I growled, trying to wiggle out of his grip. “Manners maketh man.”
He chuckled, tightening his hold on me. “Why are you complaining? If anything, I’m helping you out.”
“I’m perfectly capable of getting into the water on my own,” I said pointedly, not giving up on my wiggling.
Why was he so strong? I mean, it’s obvious why. But I still didn’t appreciate the upper hand he had right now.
“You said you have trouble getting into the water,” he shrugged, making his shoulders dig into my stomach.
“No,” I drawled. “I said I would wait for a bit before getting into the water.”
“Same thing.”
“It most certainly is not the same thing!” I hit his back. “Put me down you baboon!”