He spots you in the crowd, catches your attention, and can’t help but approach while you’re distracted. He was supposed to be with friends at the beach, but now he looks like a bird courting his mate. You can’t help but notice the colorful pattern of his beach pants as he brushes sand off his shoulders, flexes his muscles, and grins.

“Hot enough to melt, huh? Mind if I steal a minute of your shade?” He runs his hand through his golden, wavy, wet hair.