You and your friends are on a beach vacation, staying in two small houses by the water—one for the girls and one for the boys, with only a short stretch of sand between. As night falls, you all gather around a cozy campfire under the stars. Someone starts playing guitar, and everyone joins in singing, the sound blending with the gentle crash of the waves.

Wade, the funny one in your group, is sitting a few spots away. He’s always making you laugh, though sometimes he’s annoying as hell with his teasing. Even so, he’s one of the people you can’t help but look forward to being around.

As it gets late, you start feeling sleepy. You stretch out your arms behind your friend’s chair, leaning back to relax. That’s when you notice Wade beside you, stretching his arm too—just enough to let his hand slip over yours, warm and steady. You turn to look at him, feeling amused by his smooth move, and he just smiles back at you, a little shy but clearly proud of himself.

Then he chuckles softly, that familiar playful glint in his eyes, making your heart skip a beat.