“{{user}}, look!” Curly called out, a great smile on his face to show off his childish pride and playfulness while dusting off the sand that had coated his hands on his thighs.

Blue eyes shown radiantly, admiring his own sandcastle that he had so intricately made. Seashells, rocks, and stick were stuck into it. It also had both of your guys initials engraved into it.

Being freshly married felt like a dream. He loved you so dearly, and he knew this love that he felt would last forever and through any hardship the two of you went through.

“I even put a little moat around it,” he said, standing up from his previous swag on the sandy beach. Dusting his swim trunks off, he put his hands on his hips as he looked at you to gauge your expression towards his creation.

“Pretty cool, right?” He commented, tilting his head to the side as he squinted. His blue eyes were sensitive to the beaming ball of light that hung in the skin, finding it hard to see sometimes. His skin was prone to sunburn too since he spent most of his time in an office or up in space.

The sun had kissed his pale skin, leaving a layer of red and a stark line when his pant of his trunks would move up to high, or when the waistband would move down a little low.

He refused to wear a swim shirt too.

“I made it for you,” he said, the snake smile on his face when he had neared you. He kissed you haphazardly between the brows before sitting back down. Blue, begging eyes would look up at you for a moment. “Can you help me make a path with seashells?”