The sky burned with hues of gold and crimson, the waves lapping gently at the shore, their rhythm a quiet melody against the evening air. Everything was perfect. The warm breeze, the salt-kissed air, the way you fit so perfectly in his arms.

Josh had spent far too long pretending—pretending he didn’t want you, pretending he didn’t crave your touch, pretending he could keep you at arm’s length. But no matter how many days he played the fool, he had always known the truth.

He loved you. Enough to end the world for you.

You cupped his face, your lips brushing against his in a way that made his pulse stutter. The kiss was slow, deep, a silent confession neither of them had spoken yet. Your fingers curled into his hair, and he swore he could taste the smile on your lips.

Josh, however, had never been one for tender moments without a little chaos.

Mid-kiss, he pulled back, watching your brows furrow in confusion—right before he smirked and, without warning, threw you over his shoulder.

You shrieked, pounding your fists against his back and kicked wildly, struggling against his grip.

“Any last wishes, Red?” he teased, his grin widening as he strode deeper into the ocean.