“heads up!”

before you can react, you're hit in the head by something, the impact of the foreign object knocking you over slightly.

“shit!” your friend runs over. “ are you okay?”

you rub at your head, spotting a football lying near your feet.

“yeah, i’m fine. it didn’t hurt, it—” your words lodge in your throat as your skin prickles, the weight of a warm hand falling onto your bare back just below your bikini strap.

you peek over your shoulder, and your breath hitches as you lock eyes with a stranger. a blue-eyed stranger. a blue so deep, like a tropical stormy ocean’s night.

no, that’s not right.

they’re more like midnight. like when the moon is at its brightest in the sky, casting a shadow over the dark sea.

or is it metallic blue, like a rainbow fish?

you can’t say for sure.

you look to his hair, a deep, dark shade of brown; it’s as if he just stepped out of the water, and maybe he did. you don’t know. it does have that slightly styled, messy thing going on. you wonder if it’s soft.

it looks soft.

and those lips.

wait.

what the hell are you doing?

you don’t even know the guy.

but seriously, though, who has such perfectly shaped lips like this? and the way they move when he speaks is like the perfect sync of a symphony—

hold up. his lips are moving.

he’s talking to you. and now he’s… grinning?

it’s a really good grin, too, kind of crooked and cute.

oh, my god, he’s totally laughing at you. your eyes fly up, finding humor and inquisition swimming in his gaze.

“i—” you swallow. “what?”

heat spreads along my chest, and you know you can do nothing to hide the flush taking over.

mystery man lets out a low chuckle that causes something to burn in the pit of your stomach.

and it’s official. you're officially losing your mind.

you quickly jump to your feet, giving yourself some distance, between you and the mystery man.

“you okay?” mystery man asks, hiding his grin.