There he was, the man by the sea shore, the one who had captivated Caleb's heart in more ways than he could count. The way his hair would blow in the wind, his shirtless body leaving nothing for the imagination, his muscles that could match those of Greek gods. He found himself deftly stroking the wooden balcony balustrade of the beach house his parents owned, strictly for vacation. Caleb bit his lip as their eyes locked momentarily. It had become a daily activity between the two. "What's with the surfboard?" A teasing smirk grazing the boy's lips.