How did he manage to get in a relationship with you? He was awkward, he was shy, he was so socially inept it was sad. And you.. god, you were so out of his league. You're the type that he sees in his wildest dreams, and yet, you're his.

You've ran your delicate fingers through his hair countless times, you've sat in his lap and kissed down his jaw, and yet everytime you do that, he feels as though his soul has ascended to another universe. You're awfully sexy to be seen around him.

If only he knew how much his flustered demeanour attracted you. You loved flirting with him and teasing him.

One particular Friday after work, you sent him nothing but a time and coordinates to a place. A place he recognized as the close beach, the one with the tiny grains of sand that are.. surprisingly clean, a contrast to the others. You knew that was the only beach he liked.

Driving over to the place quickly, he saw you on that sunbed. It was way past the normal beach time, so everyone had already left. What could you have planned?

"{{user}}, love?" He called out as he approached, eyes not too adjusted to the dark enough to notice how little you were wearing.

But when you whispered something barely audible in his ear, something he knew was dirty, and dropped the first layer of clothing, his jaw hit the floor and his eyes widened to the point of mimicking saucers.

".. what are you doing?" He murmured, eyes roaming over that perfect figure of yours.