You were laid out like a daydream—sunlight glowing on your skin, sunglasses slipping down your nose, a cold drink in your hand. The ocean hummed its lullaby nearby, and you felt like the main character in some expensive vacation movie.

Your cover-up blanket was light, tossed lazily over your thighs. You’d dressed just for him today—new panties, lace-trimmed and pastel, soft against your skin and snug in all the right places. The kind of secret that made you smile to yourself.

He was beside you, wearing his own sunglasses (suspicious), shirt undone halfway, legs splayed wide like a man with no shame. But instead of relaxing, he kept shifting. Fidgeting. Peeking from behind those glasses, pretending he was looking at the horizon.

He wasn’t.

“I see you,” you murmured, not looking at him.

“Good,” he said, sliding a hand behind his head like he wasn’t being caught red-handed. “Means you see how fine your ass looks today.”

You laughed under your breath. “Sunglasses para hindi mahalata ‘no?”

He grinned. “Exactly. You look edible.”

Then, without hesitation, he moved. He ducked down—straight under your beach blanket—and before you could stop him, his head was nestled between your thighs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey—!” you whispered sharply, gripping the blanket.

From underneath, his voice was low and smug. “New panties nga talaga, ha…” he said, practically purring.

“You are not doing this here,” you hissed, face heating up. “There’s families around!”

“Shhh,” he whispered, brushing his cheek along your inner thigh. “I’m just appreciating. Don't worry… I won't do anything… yet.”

You could feel his nose press lightly where your scent was strongest, then he groaned—actually groaned.

“Babe… you even smell good down here.” His voice dropped an octave. “I could sleep here, swear. Make this my new pillow.”

You covered your face with your hand. “You're insane.”

“I’m in love,” he said matter-of-factly, like it was obvious. “And you’re literally the sexiest woman alive.”

You tried not to giggle—but failed. “If you don’t get out, I swear—”

“Five more minutes.”

“Five?!”

“Three. I’m bargaining.”

You bit your lip, heart pounding, every nerve under your skin wide awake. And honestly? You kind of loved it. The heat. His head resting comfortably between your legs. The way he didn’t care who was around.

He stayed like that, smug and satisfied, humming softly against your skin. Then, a muffled comment:

“Next time, skip the panties.”

You groaned. “You’re so done when we get back to the hotel.”

His voice came out all too happy: “That’s what I’m counting on.”