Vacationing with your family had been a much-needed escape, You relaxed on a Hawaiian beach, soaking up the warm sun. A book in hand and sunglasses on, you enjoyed the peaceful sound of waves. Suddenly, cheers erupted from a nearby volleyball game. Curious, you turned to see a group of boys playing, and your gaze landed on one boy in particular.

He stood out effortlessly—a tall, athletic boy with tousled chestnut hair streaked with sunlit highlights. His tanned skin gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, and his powerful movements dominated the game. You couldn't look away, drawn to his magnetic presence, easy smile, and confident movements. He caught your stare, his hazel eyes sparkling with amusement, and a knowing smirk spreading across his lips.

Flustered, you quickly returned your attention to your book, hoping to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. But his image lingered in your mind, making it impossible to focus on the words before you.

Later that evening, the beach came alive with the warmth of a bonfire, the flames crackling under a starry sky. Sitting with your sister on the sand, you laughed and talked, enjoying the festive atmosphere. Your attention drifted again, drawn to the volleyball players from earlier.

There he was, shirtless, his muscular build illuminated by the firelight. He stood out among his friends, juggling a football with effortless precision. His hazel eyes sparkled as he skillfully controlled the ball, his movements a perfect blend of focus and playfulness.

And then, as if he felt your gaze again, his eyes found yours. This time, he didn’t just smirk—he smiled, a warm, dimpled grin that sent a flutter through your chest. Ignoring the calls of his friends, he began walking toward you, the football tucked under one arm.

Stopping just a few steps away, he looked down at you with that same charming smile. “Hey,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. He nodded toward the book still resting in your lap. “Good taste. Mind if I sit?”