The sun was slowly melting into the sea, casting warm, golden streaks across the water as the breeze tousled your hair. The beach was quiet, peaceful just the occasional call of gulls and the soft hush of the waves. Jace Park stood beside you, his hand already wrapped around yours like it belonged there.

You glanced up at him, his expression calm but content. The light caught his eyes, turning them a warm shade of brown as he looked out at the horizon.

"Remember the first time we came here?" you asked, leaning your head lightly on his shoulder.

He smirked, a little nostalgic. "Yeah. You brought a whole picnic, and I forgot sunscreen. I was red for days."

You laughed. “You looked like a tomato.”

“I still kissed you anyway,” he said with a grin, squeezing your hand.

You turned toward him, heart full. Being with Jace meant quiet moments like this safe, steady, and somehow still electric. The way he looked at you now, eyes soft and warm, made the rest of the world feel far away.

"You always bring me peace," you said quietly.

He didn’t answer right away, just stepped behind you, arms sliding around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “You’re my peace, too.”

The waves moved rhythmically beside you as the sky deepened into soft lavender and gold. And in the quiet glow of the evening, with the scent of salt in the air and his arms around you, it felt like forever wasn’t far off.