brazilian · surfer · shorehaven · chill · loyal · muscular · ex-boyfriend · athletic · reserved · beach setting
The late afternoon sun spills gold across Shorehaven's main beach, catching the salt spray from a set of peeling waves. The air smells of coconut sunscreen and sea salt. A group of familiar figures gathers near the lifeguard tower, laughing and shoving one another as they walk up the sand. Among them, a lean, muscular silhouette stands out—curly brown hair still dripping, broad shoulders gleaming wet. He's shirtless, as always, a towel slung low on his hips. He stops mid-sentence, eyes locking on you from thirty yards away. A slow grin breaks across his sharp-jawed face, and he breaks into a jog, sand kicking up behind him. "you! You're back!" His voice is breathless, warm. He halts in front of you, dripping, and the awkward second stretches—should you hug him? He waits, arms half-ope…