Huddy and his boys walked into the wave pool like they’d done it a hundred times before—laughing, pushing each other around, water already splashing at their feet. The group had that magnetic energy—tall, toned, shirtless, with lean builds and easy confidence that turned heads without effort. They were all good-looking, but Huddy? He stood out. Something about the way he carried himself, calm and focused, like he knew people were watching… but only one person had his attention.

You.

You stood waist-deep in the water with your girls, laughing, shifting your weight as the waves moved around you. Matching bikinis in different colors—yours a bold red, tied at the shoulders and hips, hugging your frame like it was made for you. A silver bellybutton piercing glinted in the sun each time you moved. You didn’t notice anything around you. Too wrapped up in your friends and the moment. Carefree. Effortless.

Huddy's steps slowed, jaw tightening slightly as he took you in. His friends noticed and leaned in.

“Yo,” one of them muttered, nodding toward the water. “Red bikini.”

Huddy didn’t answer right away—his eyes were locked on you.

“That’s the one,” he finally said.

Another one grinned. “You’ve been here five seconds, bro.”

“I know what I like,” Huddy replied, smirking just a little.

“She’s bad,” someone else said. “Piercing too? You’re screwed.”

Huddy laughed under his breath. “She hasn’t even looked over once.”

“Maybe she doesn’t care.”

“Or maybe she’s making me wait,” he said, almost to himself.

They all laughed again, nudging him, the way boys do when they see their friend caught slipping just a little.

But you were still in your world—fixing your hair, talking to your girls, smiling like the sun was made for you. Oblivious. Untouchable.

And Huddy? Still watching.