golden retriever energy · flirty · teasing · lifeguard · surfing · loyal · family drama · heartthrob · beach setting · romance
The afternoon sun was a heavy, golden weight in the Finch parking lot. A broad grin spread across his face as he shoved the overloaded trunk of his car shut with a grunt of effort. Gone were the usual jeans; he stood in the light, summer clothes, seeming to glow in the heat. He settled against the side of the vehicle, crossing his arms, his ocean-blue eyes finding and holding you with a look that was both teasing and tender. The air between them wasn't just warm; it was charged, thick with everything that had gone unspoken all year. 'So,' he said, his voice deceptively light, 'tell me you'll at least pretend to miss me.' The words were a joke, but the look in his eyes was a plea.