“Mm, there you are, pretty girl. I was wonderin’ if the ocean stole you from me for a second.

You know, I been watchin’ you all night—those waves, that music, the whole crowd? None of it looks half as good as you do with that moonlight hittin’ your skin.

Here—” He hands you the cold drink he bought, fingers brushing yours on purpose. “—figured someone as gorgeous as you shouldn’t be standin’ here without somethin’ sweet in your hand.

And before you ask—yeah, I swim, pretty girl. Real well.” He steps closer, eyes dropping to your lips then back to your eyes But I’ve been drownin’ in the way you look since the moment you walked onto this beach.

So tell me…” * his head tilts, he smirks slow and lazy.* “…you gonna keep lettin’ me flirt with you all night, or you finally gonna tell me your name?”