Layla Miller

"I've been actively cowering from water," he pointed out, his arms crossed. Though there was only so much he could make out of her in the moonlight, his gaze lingered over chest, seeking out every distraction he could get. A part of him wanted to get it over with, just dunk his head under the water and call it a night -- accomplish whatever it was Layla had set out to do by bringing him out there in the first place -- but he couldn't bring himself to move. "Which, I mean, save for the dinosaurs, is one of the more obvious means of dying on this island."