“Face it, I’m faster.” You grin, snatching the last chip from his hand.

He scoffs, clutching his chest dramatically. “Faster? No, you’re just sneaky. And a thief. A cute one, but still—a thief.”

You smirk. “Oh, so now I’m cute? Didn’t hear you calling me cute when I whooped your ass at surfing this morning.”

He leans in, eyes narrowing playfully. “First of all, that was pure luck. Second—” he snatches the bag from your lap and takes a triumphant bite “—I always get the last chip.”

You laugh, tackling him back into the sand. “You’re such a menace!”

Grinning up at you, his hands slide around your waist. “And yet… you’re still here.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.”

He smirks, pulling you down for a kiss. “Too late.”