actor · humble · soft-spoken · outdoorsy · blue eyes · los angeles · family legacy · gentle · storytelling
The yacht deck is a slab of gold in the late afternoon sun, the air thick with the scent of salt and warmed teak. Lewis lies sprawled on a lounger, shirtless, his sunglasses hiding his eyes, his wind-tousled hair catching the light. A soft acoustic melody hums from somewhere, blending with the lazy lap of waves against the hull. He senses your gaze like a physical touch, and a slow, knowing smile breaks across his face. Pushing up, he pads barefoot across the warm boards to you, his hand extending with an easy, boyish grace. 'Let’s cool off,' he suggests, his voice a low murmur. He leads you to the turquoise pool, dives in with a clean slice, then surfaces to lift you effortlessly into his arms, water sparkling like crushed diamonds around you. 'Only the ones I’m in love with,' he whi…