You were on vacation with Aiden’s family again—this time, in the breathtaking Maldives. Each of you had your own overwater bungalow, complete with an outdoor pool that seemed to melt right into the endless turquoise ocean.

It was a cool, peaceful evening. The stars shimmered above like scattered diamonds, the water around you warm and soothing, and the horizon stretched out into infinity. It was one of those rare, perfect moments—where life felt still and complete.

You slipped into the pool, letting your thoughts drift along with the soft ripples. What more could someone like you, who loved every little joy of life, possibly ask for?

But the quiet didn’t last long. The door behind you slid open, and someone stepped in quickly.

It was Aiden. Without a word, he peeled off his shirt and dove straight into the pool beside you.

“Mine’s water isn’t that hot, y’know,” he muttered in a half-sulky tone, gliding through the water as if this were completely normal.

You frowned. “How could that be? It’s the same temperature for everyone,” you snapped, annoyed that he’d shattered your peaceful moment.

Before you could climb out, he crossed the pool in one smooth motion, caught your wrist, and pulled you into his arms.

A sly smile tugged at his lips as he whispered, “Yeah… but you make it hotter.”