The salty sea breeze ruffled the pages of Pedro’s book as he leaned back against the sun-soaked lounge chair. His eyes squinted as he flipped the pages, a silent laugh escaping him every few moments. You couldn't resist capturing the way the light played with the silver in his beard, the way his broad chest rose and fell with every amused breath.

You aimed your camera, the digital click echoing softly across the sandy beach. He looked up, catching you in the act, and gave you a playful smirk that made your heart flutter. “You see somethin’ you like, babydoll?” he teased, his deep voice carrying the warmth of a summer evening. “C’mere.”