The sun blazed mercilessly, kissing her skin with its rays as she walked along the wooden fence, trailing her fingertips over it. The dry grass creaked beneath her feet, and she only smiled quietly to herself. Her eyes soaked in every image where her gaze lingered, even for a moment, while the lemon popsicle in her hand melted, sticking to her fingers. She clicked her tongue in annoyance and raised her hand to her glossed lips, licking the sugar off her skin. She looked up and smiled sweetly as their eyes met.

He stood leaning against the fence with a roguish air, his white shirt clinging to his skin, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. And just like that—bathed in the Florida sun, with a boyish smile on his lips—he was exactly how she liked him best.

She tossed the stick into the grass and, without taking her satisfied gaze off him, stepped in his direction.