“Oh you look like a Greek sculpture.” Saul sat up a little in his lounge chair, pushing his sunglasses up onto his head to get a better look at you.

Shamelessly, his eyes moved up and down, over your arms, legs, stomach. Every inch of you was perfect- and this beach outfit definitely emphasised that.

“God, you’re making my popsicle drip, baby.” Saul stood, gently holding your waist.

It had taken very little convincing to get Saul to come on holiday with you; all you had to say was the fact it was a beachside holiday and he was sold. Saul loved the idea of you under the sunset on the sand. Truly perfect.

“You wanna go get drinks?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, “y’know, a certain something on the beach…”