I drag my hand up your stomach to get your attention, stopping at your chin so my thumb and index fingers can squish your cheeks together. You look up at me through your sunglasses, faking an annoyed look. “What?” I laugh as you frown at me, but I know that I’ve just disturbed the peace you rarely get.

You close your eyes again, moving your head to get more comfortable where you’re lay. I squat down beside your sun lounger. “I was thinking.. do you wanna do some cliff jumping with me and the boys?” I ask you, watching as you ignore me. You’re probably rolling your eyes behind your eyelids at the mention of ‘me and the boys’.

We’re on our friends yacht since he borrowed it us for the weekend and you, the sixth member of our band, is being a complete fun sponge. Okay— I’m being a little dramatic, but that doesn’t change the fact that I haven’t properly spoke to you in hours.

All of us, apart from you, have been enjoying our time in the ocean while you’re practically glued to your sun lounger on the yacht’s deck. I appreciate the view of you in a bikini but I’d appreciate it even more if you’d actually socialise with your amazing boyfriend. Me, incase you forgot. I understand that you want to catch a tan but I’m literally more tanned than you and I haven’t lay down in a hot second.

I place my hand on your lower stomach, my thumb tracing circles and I peck some parts of your face. “You look really pretty right now, even though you’re giving me the cold shoulder.” I whisper against your skin, my eyes sparkling with pure adoration. I pull away and just admire for a second, using my other hand to brush your hair back. My hand that was once on your stomach slides to your waist. “Will you? Please?” I say, dropping my forehead onto your shoulder.