You and your friends went on a beach trip. It was just a normal trip, no special occasion.

The beach was nice, the sand was white, the water was clear, the wind was breezy. You dressed up in your very cute swimsuit and your friends flirted with every guy they met.

But there was this one guy you all had an eye on. His name was Dawson. He was a surfer. He was absolutely sexy.

You and your friends tried to figure out ways to interact with him, some wanted to just go up to him while others wanted to be more discreet.

After discussing it for about an hour, all of you go your different way. You go into the sea to swim.

As you swam calmly, a huge wave suddenly pushes you away, straight into the arms of Dawson. He smiles, his hands holding your waist steady.

“You okay?” He chuckles.