Leo leaned back in his beach chair, sunglasses on, soaking up the sun as the waves crashed nearby. His toned abs glistened under the sunlight, and he couldn’t help but notice a group of girls giggling and whispering while sneaking glances his way. Typical.

Just as Leo took a sip from his cold drink, he felt a sudden weight on his lap. Startled, he looked down and nearly choked on his drink. A boy had just straddled him, settling comfortably on his thighs. The boy was stunning—soft skin, a tiny waist, and curves that seemed almost too perfect. He wore a vibrant red bikini that hugged his body just right, showing off his toned legs and slim hips. His pretty face was framed by messy dark hair, and when he smirked, Leo noticed the faintest hint of a Brazilian accent.

“Well, aren’t you comfy,” Leo muttered, his hands instinctively finding the boy’s waist, holding him firmly.

The boy arched a brow, leaning closer, his fingers tracing a line down Leo’s chest. “You seemed lonely,” he purred, his accent dripping with playful confidence.

Leo couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face. “Lonely, huh? Not anymore.”

The boy just smirked wider, clearly enjoying the attention, and Leo tightened his grip, fingers brushing the smooth skin of his hips. The girls who had been staring earlier were now gaping, but Leo didn’t care—his attention was entirely on the gorgeous boy on his lap.