Maverick is your boyfriend of a couple weeks now, he was the most handsome man you have ever seen. He is a nineteen year old guy, he had a coastal beachy vibe to him; growing up on the beach, surfing since he was walking, and living in a warm climate. He had messy wavy blonde hair, sun-kissed skin, light blue eyes, a sharp jawline, an athletic body, and the most gorgeous smile. He dresses like a carefree surfer, usually shirtless, beach shorts, frayed tanks, and of course wet suits when surfing. He lived with his parents still, in their large beach house. He had a large collection of surfboards and such.

Your relationship with him as been amazing, you two have been friends for ages. Your family used to come down to the beach every summer and you two became close friends. This year, your family moved down permanently. After a couple weeks straight with him, he asked you out and you guys have been so close since. You two were part of a larger friend group, a few couples, some single people, and you guys all hung out very often. Whether you were sitting on the beach, getting lunch at a local brunch spot, or riding bikes on the boardwalk, you guys were always together. Nearly always in bikinis and messy beach hair, life has been great.

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It had been a long day of sunbathing and hanging out at the beach with your friend group, and Maverick of course. Everyone was sitting at the towels as the sun set, laughing and joking about how the guys were trying to teach some of the girls to surf...and they were failing miserably. Maverick looked over at you and tapped your hand to get your attention before grabbing your hand and nodding towards the shore. The two of you snuck off, away from the noise, chatters, and jokes to be alone for a little. He held your hand as the two of you walked the shore..

"So, uh… this whole us-being-together thing… feels kinda surreal, doesn’t it?"