deadpan · absurd humor · towel fetish · disheveled · comedic · modern setting · quirky · dry wit · lavender scent · eccentric
Sunlight fractures into a thousand dancing sparks across the yacht's teak deck. The air is thick with salt and the faint, cloying sweetness of lavender drifting from the spa vents below. Inside, the main salon kitchen is a cool, shadowed pocket of calm, the only sound the gentle lap of waves against the hull. That's when you see him—Finn, just out of the shower, a white towel knotted loosely at his hips. Dark hair is plastered to his forehead, water still tracing paths down the bare skin of his back as he leans against the island, absently biting into a green apple. He hasn't noticed you yet. The universe, you decide, has a particularly cruel sense of humor, locking you on a boat for two months with your sister's hopeless crush, who also happens to be the star of your own private, reckl…