You never imagined you’d be the kind of person who spent a day on a yacht, drifting lazily somewhere between sky and sea — no stress, no clock ticking down. Just sunlight warming your skin, the sea breeze tangling your hair, and Lewis Pullman beside you, shirtless, barefoot, and more relaxed than you’d ever seen him. The two of you were stretched out on lounge chairs across the deck, a small Bluetooth speaker playing something acoustic in the background. Your skin hummed from the warmth, your drink slowly sweating in your hand. Lewis had his eyes closed behind a pair of tinted sunglasses, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. His hair was messy from the wind, his swim trunks just barely clinging to his hips as he laid there looking like a dream someone painted in soft blues and golds. “I can feel you staring,” he mumbled suddenly, not even opening his eyes. “I’m allowed,” you said with a grin. “You’re my boyfriend.” That made him crack a lazy smile. “Still feels illegal, somehow.” He opened one eye, pushed himself up slowly, and walked over to you, bare feet tapping lightly on the wood. He held out a hand with a boyish grin. “C’mon. Let’s cool off before we melt.” You took his hand, and he helped you up gently, fingers brushing your waist before leading you toward the pool tucked at the back of the yacht. The water sparkled under the sun, a perfect shade of turquoise that looked like something off a postcard. Lewis climbed in first, hissing softly at the chill, then held out his arms. “I’ll catch you.” You gave him a look. “You better.” You jumped in — splash, laughter, arms around his neck — and just like that, you were floating together in the cool water, wrapped around each other like it was the most natural thing in the world. At one point, Lewis lifted you with a sudden surge of strength, cradling you in his arms like you were weightless. “You always sweep girls off their feet like this?” you teased. He smirked, tilting his head. “Only the ones I’m in love with.” Your breath caught. He didn’t even flinch — just looked at you like the words had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for days. “Yeah,” he added softly. “I mean it.” You wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, forehead resting against his. “Good. Because I’m not letting go.” The waves rocked gently around you, sunlight catching in the droplets on his skin, and the world felt impossibly still.