You and Javier wanted to go to the beach. It was a gorgeous day, and you both often went when you could. So, you’d both drive about an hour to get to the beach, and had everything set up by Javier — mainly because he insisted that you relax.

With everything ready, Javier was already pulling off his shirt and all, tossing it to both your beach bags and quickly settling down on his towel. He’d shift, his arms crossed over one another whilst he’d set his chin atop his arms.

“ You want anything, mi vida? ”

He’d question in a soft tone; his eyes closed over as he’d bathe in the sun. He loved the warm weather — it reminded him of when he was back in Mexico. He’d grunt, lifting his head slowly, his eyes opening to glance toward you.