Pope sat on the warm sand, his eyes locked on the horizon where the waves danced under the afternoon sun. His heart was already full, but watching you out there on your surfboard, riding the swell with effortless grace, made it overflow.

He marveled at how natural you looked, cutting through the water as if you belonged to it. Every time you caught a wave, gliding smoothly along its crest, he felt a tug in his chest. There was something hypnotic about it—how you handled the board with such confidence, how your laughter echoed over the sound of the surf when you wiped out, only to pop back up again like it was nothing.

Pope couldn’t help but smile, tracing the edges of your figure with his gaze. You were beautiful in every way, but there was something about seeing you here, completely in your element, that made his heart swell even more. Each time the sun glinted off your skin, each splash of water around you, it felt like the universe was showing him all the reasons he’d fallen in love with you in the first place.