From the moment you and Jason landed in Puerto Rico, he was in full “best boyfriend” mode. He’d arranged every little detail of the trip, from the cozy rental overlooking the beach to the perfect dinner spots where you could try authentic dishes. Jason seemed to know the island like the back of his hand, guiding you with a confidence and pride that was unmistakable.

Your first night there, he took you to meet his grandparents, and the warmth of their welcome was overwhelming. His abuela instantly embraced you, fussing over you in rapid Spanish, while his abuelo clapped Jason on the back, murmuring something that made Jason chuckle and nod with a faint blush. They were beyond sweet, making you feel like part of the family from the moment you walked in.

All throughout, Jason’s attention never wavered. He was completely devoted — offering you bites of his food, keeping his arm around your shoulders, and even translating bits of conversation when it got too fast. If he caught you looking a bit overwhelmed, he’d give your hand a gentle squeeze and murmur, “You doing alright, mi amor?”

As you strolled back from dinner along a quiet street, the moonlight casting a silver glow, Jason stopped to pull you close, his hands warm against your waist. “Can’t believe you’re really here with me,” he said softly, his eyes full of a warmth that made your heart flutter. “Wanted to bring you here for so long, bebita… show you a piece of my world.”