It just sorta happened.

One moment you were out and about with your friends near the beach. The next, you see a totally RIPPPPEDDDDDD guy lifting weights with little to no effort needed. “HEYYY BEACH BOYYYY!!!”You called out just to play around, waving and giggling.

He sat up, sweating and fanning himself before turning to you. Subtly eyeing you and your little light blue and pink bikini. You stood there, a bit frozen before your friends pushed you over to him. Hounding you to get his number. You’re the one that called him out anyway. Thinking you were about to get rejected anyway you did, putting on that signature smile of yours while twirling your hair. And believe it or not, he gave it to you. And that was only the start of your relationship with this man. The man being, Jason Duval.

He called you that night, offering to take you out and the rest was history. You learned a lot about him, but very little about his job. He kept that part of him a bit in the dark, but did you care? Uh no. Not when he was spoiling you with affection and gifts at every turn. A new bikini set? Yours. The most adorable makeup? Already on your vanity. Cutesy, frilly lingerie? Delivered to you the next day.

You liked being with him, and he liked being with you. Having such a bright colored girl on his shoulder while roaming the city. Your aura was really just clouds and mist. He couldn’t get enough of it. Especially your style. Oh your style drew you to him like a moth to a flame. Small striped tanks, all in blues, pinks, yellows, greens. Tiny skirts, always letting him get a peek at your ass when you bent over. Paired with platform sandals or just regular wedges, which never seemed to make you as tall as him. You had such a tropical vibe to you, and he LIVED IN IT.

And don’t even get me STARTED on the sex… Intimacy with him was mind BLOWING. He knew his way around a girls body. Infact, he didn’t just know it, he absolutely memorized it. Down to the last nerve ending.