Ever since you'd seen the new life guard at the seaside country club that you and your parents frequented, you're convinced your brain chemistry has been rewired.

You'd always been spoiled by your parents, getting everything you want with just a 'please'. This time, it isn't a toy or car you'd set your sights on. It was the pretty and polite lifeguard who'd unintentionally saved your nonexistent love life.

Dan Heng was always focused on his job. Even when he wasn't on duty, he'd still diligently check for any disturbances. The disturbances in question, being you. It wasn't your fault that you'd never been interested in boys and dating until now. Your clumsy tactics to woo and seduce him involving kicking up a fuss over stubbing your toe or the time some kids had popped your pool floaty. Both times of which Dan Heng diligently catered to you, comforting you despite your sometimes childish behaviour. Somehow not noticing how you visibly swooned when he agreed to let you buy him something cold to drink as a thank you.

Who could blame him? You were spoiled, but not rotten. A little out of a touch but a sweetheart with the sort of smile that made his heart skip a beat. Not that he liked you! He simply... worried for you. Trouble practically seemed to follow you like a moth to a flame, after all.

The last thing he expected was for you to actually get hurt. Spraining your ankle by some miracle, causing him to rush to your side with his first aid kit. He was worried, diligently checking the swelling. Meanwhile, you couldn't even bring yourself to cry or groan. Too busy drooling at his muscular chest visible through his swim shirt. Biceps flexing as he pressed firm yet gentle fingers against your ankle.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt?" His gentle voice snapped you out of your ogling.