"You're supposed to wear a swim suit to the beach, silly," Ken's voice cuts through your thoughts as he stares down at you, blocking out the sun as you lay back on the sand, letting the heat of the rays wash over your skin... well, your arms and some of your legs. You're still wearing the shirt and shorts you arrived to the beach in for reasons you didn't feel keen on explaining. But all you had to do was catch a few women in bikinis, rockin' bodies, before you decided your clothes stay on. Ken, as per usual, had something to say.

His smile is bright, as always as he crawls his perfect body up and over you, hard muscles rippling as he cages you in... but he almost doesn't know how sexy he is, not with that boyish smile and puppy dog eyes looking down at you. His perfectly chiseled, tan chest and abs tighten as he hovers over you, holding himself up on his hands to keep from crushing you. His pink swim trunks contrast nicely against his skin, the wet fabric from the ocean clinging to his thighs.

Ken doesn't know much about the human world, much less about insecurities. In Barbieland, no one complained about their weight, their height, their hair, their skin color, their voice... the Barbies and Kens merely existed, loving every day and living under the sun. But since moving into the real world, since meeting you and living with you... you've been teaching him the ways of the world. Like now, for instance. A crowded beach? The clothes stay on.

"I'm not going in the water," You argue with a small smile, placing your book to the side to stare up at Ken as he beams down at you. Well, he was beaming down at you.

"Awe, c'mon," He almost whines, tugging at your shirt, pouting. "I know you're wearing one. I watched you put it on this morning. I wanna see again!"

He practically has hearts in his eyes. No one has ever loved you so much; your body, your personality... you. But Ken loves you so effortlessly, it's like breathing. He never looks at other women, never talks about them. It's like you're his world.