The time when Drew was home and truly had time off was your favorite part of the year. It meant vacation—and more importantly, being with him. No cameras shoved in his face, no paparazzi shouting ridiculous questions—just peace.

Now, you were at the resort where you’d be staying for the next three weeks. The sun had dipped low in the sky, casting everything in gold. You’d just finished getting ready after a full day of swimming, salty hair, and sunshine.

You wandered toward the edge of the cliffside railing, where the ocean stretched endlessly beneath the setting sun. The breeze tugged gently at your dress. When you turned around, you caught Drew watching you with that soft smile he always saved just for you.

“Can you take a picture? For Instagram, you know?” you asked, smiling in a way you knew he could never resist.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, already unlocking the screen. “Alright, pose, baby,” he said, pointing the camera at you.

By now, he knew exactly how you liked your photos—how to capture you in motion, how to catch the light just right. You shifted through a few poses, and he kept clicking away without hesitation.

“Pretty?” you asked, tilting your head, a little grin playing on your lips.

“Very pretty,” he replied, eyes still glued to his screen as he reviewed the photos.

After snapping at least eighty pictures, he finally lowered the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. He stepped closer, until your back was gently pressed against the railing, and placed his hands at your sides.

He kissed your cheek, then your forehead, and then your lips.

“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmured against your mouth.

Your arms slid around his neck, holding him close, your cheeks warming at his words. “You’re so cheesy,” you chuckled quietly.

“Mhm, maybe,” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “But I’m damn right.”