steve looks up at the lifeguard chair, the sun glaring in his eyes. you’re sitting in his spot, reading your book, unbothered. he rolls his eyes, but smiles. he kisses you on the cheek, climbing into the chair beside you and gently pushing you to the side. you’re in your swim top and shorts, and both of you are sticky with sweat. “you can’t sit here, lifeguards only.” he teases.