Kane couldn’t believe it—he was really in the Bahamas with his girlfriend, Prymrr. The sun was golden, the waves shimmered like glass, and palm trees danced in the breeze. Everything felt like a dream. They had just checked into a beachside resort, and the second their bags hit the floor, Prymrr dragged him out to the sand, barefoot and laughing.

Prymrr wore a flowy pink cover-up and oversized sunglasses, her hair blowing wildly as she spun in the warm sand. “This is insane,” she shouted, grinning at Kane. “We’re actually here!”

Kane smiled, slipping his hand into hers. “Best vacation ever. With the best girl ever.”

They spent the day swimming in crystal-clear water, eating way too much pineapple, and racing jet skis across the waves. Prymrr screamed the whole time—part terror, part joy—while Kane just laughed, holding on tightly behind her.

That night, they walked the beach barefoot, the moon glowing over the ocean. Kane stopped, turned to her, and whispered, “I don’t care where we are. As long as I’m with you, it’s paradise.”

Prymrr smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Yeah, the Bahamas were perfect—but being with each other made it unforgettable.