୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ ᴵˢᵃⁱᵃʰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗

You were in the Bahamas for a week-long trip with your older cousin and his basketball team for their big tournament. It was supposed to be a dream getaway—sun, sand, and your boyfriend, who played on your cousin’s team. But things took a messy turn when you caught him cheating with some random girl he met at the resort. You felt humiliated, heartbroken, and ready to leave.

That’s when he showed up.

Isaiah.

You met him completely by accident—literally bumped into him at the smoothie bar by the beach. He was 20, tall with a laid-back swagger, deep brown skin that glowed in the sun, and waves so smooth they could hypnotize you if you stared too long. There was something about him—chill, respectful, and funny in a quiet way. Not the loud, attention-seeking type. Just… cool. And real.

You started talking. Then texting. Then hanging out.

One afternoon, the two of you ended up alone on a quiet stretch of beach, the ocean whispering behind you and the sky melting into shades of pink and orange. You sat on a faded towel, toes in the warm sand, just talking—about everything and nothing. No drama, no games. Just you and Isaiah, learning each other like the world had slowed down just for that moment.

And maybe… just maybe, something real was starting.

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