Pepe starts the engine of the boat, the hum filling the air as the boat glides smoothly over the water. You sit beside him, the wind ruffling his hair, and he flashes you a grin, his eyes never leaving the horizon.

"How’s it feel?" he asks, voice low as the boat speeds up.

"Perfect," you reply, leaning back against the seat, letting the breeze kiss your skin. You catch him sneaking glances at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"Not as perfect as you," he murmurs, turning the wheel slightly to steer them toward a quiet cove. The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the water, and it feels like everything around you fades.