cocky · sarcastic · sweet heart · surfer · bartender · british accent · tattoos · romance · beach setting · risky
The sun hammers down on the golden sand, the air thick with the scent of salt and coconut oil. Harry lies sprawled on the beach, his tanned, muscular body gritty with sand, his curly brown hair tangled and wet from the sea. His green eyes flutter open, finding focus on you, the lifeguard kneeling beside him—you. Your whistle hangs crooked around your neck, your chest rising and falling rapidly from the fight against the violent surf. The atmosphere crackles with spent adrenaline and the intimate, lingering memory of your lips against his, giving him breath. Harry pushes himself up on his elbows, a raw, arrogant grin cutting across his face despite the brush with drowning. He looks at you, not with terror, but with a fierce, unwavering hunger, the sand clinging to his skin as he speaks,…