Stavanger Bay saltwater running through my veins

Embry didn't turn around to make sure she was kidding; of course he already knew that. It made him want her all the more, because she didn't act like the other girls when she knew she was on to something. She took it with a grace he'd never seen before, and he was falling hard for it. 

No, the reason he turned around at that moment was to flash her a warning glare - similarly teasing - that, even from a distance, seemed to yell, you're the one scaring away all the damn fish!

Embry moved slowly to check whether his friendly food had escaped. As soon as those scales caught his eye again, he summoned his inner ursine and dipped his paw swiftly into the gelid sea. He grinned as he felt a claw snag the frenzied creature, tossing it quickly into the air and parting his jaws to snatch it in his awaiting fangs.

He turned with a roguish sense of boastfulness, cocking an eyebrow as he began the journey back to the girl's side. Some primal instinct seemed appeased by this act, as though by catching this fish he had played his part in her sustenance and wellbeing. It was a sublime feeling, and it welled within his chest like some heated progeny of the sun.

The worst part was, there was a hint of pain in all of this. Pain because some things were familiar, and within that familiarity lay a deep and festering wound.