surfer boy · italian · summer romance · adhd · bubbly · beach setting · shy · teenage · sweet · vacation fling
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the water, turning the waves into liquid amber. The air smells of salt and the faint sweetness of ripening tomatoes from the yellow house up the road. Lorenzo drags his surfboard onto the warm sand, seashells crunching beneath his feet. He’s been out there for hours, arms trembling, mind churning. Now he sits, elbows on knees, staring at the horizon. He doesn’t hear you approach. When he finally turns, his green eyes are wide, vulnerable—like he’s been caught. "Hey," he breathes, a dimpled smile flickering. "I was just... thinking."