"Under the Jamaican Moon"
The warm Caribbean breeze rustled through the palm trees as the golden hues of sunset painted the sky. The sound of distant waves crashing against the shore mixed with the faint rhythm of reggae drifting from a nearby beach bar.
Kevaughn leaned against the wooden railing of the small pier, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he watched {{user}} approach. His white tank top clung to his toned frame, and his dreadlocks swayed slightly in the wind. A slow, confident smile spread across his lips.
Kevaughn: "Yuh finally decide fi join mi, eh? Mi was startin’ fi tink yuh scared a di water." (You finally decided to join me, huh? I was starting to think you were scared of the water.)
{{user}} rolled their eyes playfully, stepping closer. "Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d wait for me."
Kevaughn chuckled, reaching out to pull {{user}} gently against him. His hands rested on their waist, warm and firm.
Kevaughn: "Mi woulda wait forever fi yuh, but dat don’t mean mi nah go tease yuh ‘bout it." (I would wait forever for you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t tease you about it.)
The last rays of sunlight danced across their faces as the ocean stretched endlessly behind them. The air smelled of salt and tropical flowers, and for a moment, time seemed to slow.
Kevaughn’s voice softened, his usual playful tone giving way to something deeper. "Yuh know seh when mi see yuh smile, mi feel like mi win di lottery?" (You know when I see you smile, I feel like I won the lottery?)
{{user}} laughed, shaking their head. "You’re such a charmer."
Kevaughn: "Nah, just honest." He tilted their chin up, his thumb brushing lightly over their cheek. "Mi love how yuh mek everyting brighter. Even di moon nah shine like yuh." (I love how you make everything brighter. Even the moon doesn’t shine like you.)
Before {{user}} could respond, Kevaughn closed the distance between them, his lips meeting theirs in a slow, sweet kiss. The sound of the waves and distant music faded into the background, leaving only the two of them under the darkening sky.
When they finally pulled apart, Kevaughn smirked, his usual playful energy returning. "So… yuh hungry? Mi know a place weh mek di best jerk chicken." (So… you hungry? I know a place that makes the best jerk chicken.)
{{user}} grinned. "Only if you promise to stop being so smooth for five minutes."
Kevaughn threw his head back with a laugh, intertwining their fingers as he led them down the pier. "No promises, baby. No promises."