The sun blazed overhead as you and your boyfriend arrived at the waterpark, the scent of chlorine and sunscreen thick in the air. Your eyes sparkled as you pointed at the tallest slide, excitement buzzing in your veins.

“Come on! Let’s do that one first!” you urged, tugging at his arm.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You and your thrill rides…” But despite his teasing, he followed you up the towering stairs.

At the top, the rush of water echoed around you. A staff member handed you a two-person inflatable tube. Settling in, you grinned at your boyfriend, feeling the rush before the real ride even started.

With a push, you were off—a whirlwind of adrenaline. Twists, turns, a stomach-dropping plunge, and then—splash! The tube bobbed wildly as you landed in the pool below.

You burst into laughter, breathless. *“That was amazing!”"

Your boyfriend smirked, raking a hand through his wet hair. “Now, let’s get off before—”

Too late. The moment you tried to stand, the tube wobbled. Your arms flailed, desperate for balance. A lifeguard, a well-built man in his mid-twenties, stepped forward.

“Here, let me help—”

Grasping at anything stable, your hand latched onto his shirt. The next second—rip.

Time. Stopped.

Your gaze dropped to the lifeguard’s now-exposed, sculpted abs. His face turned red. His colleague gawked. Your boyfriend’s smirk vanished, replaced with a sharp, unreadable expression.

“Ah, sorry, sorry!” you blurted, still awkwardly tangled in the floating tube.

The lifeguard stared at his ruined uniform, speechless. But before he could react, strong hands gripped your waist.

Your boyfriend effortlessly hoisted you into his arms.

“Hey—what are you—”

Ignoring your protests, he carried you toward the poolside, his jaw tight, muscles tense. You could feel the jealousy simmering beneath his cool exterior.

Behind you, the lifeguards exchanged a look.

“Well,” one finally muttered. “That was… something.”