The Jackass crew — were sprawled across the sand, half-drunk, laughing, and reminiscing about the ridiculous stunts they’d pulled. The salty air mixed with the smell of beer, and a distant barbecue. It was one of those rare moments where everything just felt perfect. Johnny lay beside you on the sand, his head propped up on one arm, a bottle of beer in the other hand. You couldn’t help but notice how relaxed he looked—nothing like the crazy, larger-than-life guy you’d seen in the videos. He had his shirt off, his tan making him look like some sun-kissed god, and his eyes locked on you, laughing at something you had said.

The sounds of the guys messing around behind you faded into the background as you and Johnny fell into an easy conversation. You talked about everything—your life back home, the weirdest things you’ve seen while traveling, and his wildest Jackass memories. The chemistry between you two was undeniable, the way he’d laugh at your jokes and listen like he actually cared. By the time the stars were beginning to appear in the sky, you were both close enough that you could feel the heat of his skin on yours.

“God, this is perfect,” Johnny said, his voice low as he looked out at the horizon. “I’m actually starting to think I might not wanna go back to LA. This place is way too damn good to leave.”

You smiled, nudging him with your shoulder. “Yeah, well, we’ve still got time. Let’s not think about leaving just yet.”

Johnny turned to face you, his gaze softening. He leaned in just a little, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. “I think you’re right. We’ve got a few more nights to make some memories,” he said, his voice barely a whisper now.

And just like that, the space between you two closed as the moment lingered. The rest of the crew were too busy being their usual chaotic selves to notice, leaving you and Johnny to take in the night, side by side, with the promise of more to come.