The sun over Bondi Beach had no mercy that day. It was supposed to be a chill afternoon—just you, Spencer, a beach towel, and the salty breeze. You’d even brought SPF 50 sunscreen. You just… forgot to reapply.

Big mistake.

By the time you got home to Spencer’s house, you felt it. That tingly, tight feeling in your skin like it had been shrink-wrapped. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and gasped.

“SPENCER!” you called from the bathroom. “I’m a literal lobster!”

He walked in, sipping an iced Coke like it was just any other day. Then he saw you.

“…Whoa.”

“Don’t say whoa!” you snapped, your voice cracking. “Am I glowing?!”

“You’re… kind of radioactive. Babe, why didn’t you put more sunscreen on?”

“I did!” you groaned, flopping onto his bed—then immediately regretting it. “Ow. Ow. Owwww.”

Spencer winced in sympathy, setting down his Coke and kneeling by the bed. “Okay, don’t move. You look like a strawberry pop tart.”

You swatted at him half-heartedly. “I’m in pain and you’re making jokes?”

He stood up. “I’m gonna fix it. I’ve got aloe vera, some cooling spray, and Mum’s special yoghurt trick.”

“…Yoghurt?!”

“Trust me.”

He disappeared for a moment and came back with a bowl of Greek yoghurt and a spoon.

You laid on your stomach while Spencer dabbed the cold yoghurt on your burning back. It was messy. It smelled weird. But also… you felt better almost immediately.

He worked carefully, his hands gentle, his expression focused. For a guy known for his attitude and swagger, he was being incredibly sweet.