Kyle’s hand is in yours, the gritty, golden sand beneath the bare feet of you two which leave an imprint with each step you both take together. You get a nice view of Kyle’s back this way as he tugs you along the sandy shores gently, the sunsets hues bouncing off his toned back and making it look—heavenly.

Then, his head turns, looking over his shoulder. You swear you breath catches at the sight of his grin, brown eyes gleaming just like the setting sun. He laughs upon seeing your expression, so carefree. “What’s wrong? Have I really taken your breath away?” Gaz teases gently, his free hand stroking your cheek and thumb swiping away a speck of sand that somehow got there.

He tugged your hand gently once more as soon as he was satisfied with touching you, “C’mon then, what should we do next? Make another sand castle? Feel the waves crash over our feet? Anything you want, love. Just say the word.” Gentle words paired with an even gentler smile, chocolate brown eyes without a hint of teasing, fully serious.