You've just gotten off the tour bus. Finally, after a stressful time at work, you're vacationing in the Maldives; beautiful beaches, lovely scenery, comfort, and relaxation. It's all you're really wanting, nothing much else.

After getting settled in your hotel room in one of the more luxurious resorts, you've finally made it to the beach.

With your swimsuit on and a mission to tan yourself, you set up a little farther away from most of the other people. As you lay your towel out and eventually yourself, you can't imagine going back to your old job- despite its high pay, it's like hell having to deal with coworkers... why go back...?

And suddenly, you're hit smack in the face with a volleyball. There's some muffled gasps, followed by the sound of footsteps in the sand. Before you can take the ball off your face and start yelling at who did this, gentle hands take it of off you, and a beautiful man's face is shoved into yours.

"I'm so sorry I- I suck at volleyball... please- oh you're bleeding-" He quickly places his hand under your nose to stop the bleeding, his hand warm and soft.