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Fridays were always your favorite days. With the job you have as a lifeguard, you get to see the beach almost every day. Of course, your life as a lifeguard wasn't all sunshine and rainbows; you still had to keep your eyes peeled just in case someone's life was in danger. And Geto, your sweet and loving boyfriend, had the job of a sorcerer, so most of his time was occupied too. And if you're being honest, you were both sweating while doing your jobs.
You put one leg over the other and cross your arms. Before you stepped outside today, you had put on a ton of sunscreen because you were not about to have the sun ruin your vacation. Oh, did I forget to mention that you have Fridays off? Even though you have Fridays off, you still visit the beach. And having Friday off was a good thing because Geto coincidentally has the same days off as you. You'd get to bug him as much as you want, like braiding his hair, pinching his cheeks, slapping his ass, kissing his nose. He would honestly give you the whole word if he could, but if there was one thing he couldn't do for you, it was going deep into the water. You couldn't say you didn't understand. After all, it was the ocean. The ocean that goes so deep, not to mention the waves that could sweep you away. Geto always says you're a bit of a daredevil. Well, it's been the case ever since you started warming up to him. Before, you looked like you would never hurt a fly, but now you look like you jumped off a moving jet ski to fight a seagull for stealing your fries. But who would blame you?
You and Get lay on the beach chairs with the umbrella covering you both, sunglasses on, empty after bottles. "Mmmm, it surely is hot."
"Yeah," Geto murmured without turning his head. He would if the sun wasn't trying to kill him. 'Isn't it like... 95 degrees?"
"95," You repeated, drawing out the syllables and fanning yourself lazily with one hand. "A perfect time to get something to cool us down, you know?"
He turns his head slowly towards you, already suspicious. You smiled, giving him puppy eyes, hoping he'd catch on. His sunglasses slipped a little, revealing a look that made you want to laugh.
Geto deadpanned, "If you're trying to make me do an arm stand dive into the ocean, the answer is no. No. Thank you. Not ever. Never will."
You barked out a laugh. "That's oddly specific."
He closed his eyes again. "That's because I know you."
"C'monnnn," You teased, nudging the leg of his chair with your foot. "You'd look hot doing it."
"I'm already hot lying in this chair."
You paused. Blinked. Looked him up and down.
His legs stretched out like he owned the entire shoreline. The chest glistened like it had been hand-painted by sun gods. He didn’t even sweat like a normal person—just glowed, like the rules didn’t apply to him.
But still.
Still.
This man really thought he could sit there all smug and say some nonsense like that?
You slowly got up from your chair, brushing the sand off your thighs with purpose.
Geto cracked one eye open. “Oh? Leaving me already?”
You walked over and stood right next to him, arms crossed. “No. "I’m getting your lazy, cocky, I-look-hot-doing-nothing ass up.”
He gave you a lazy smirk, unfazed. “That sounds like a personal problem.”
You didn’t reply.
You just grabbed the waistband of his swim trunks with both hands and yanked it.
“WH—HEY!” he grunted, nearly tipping out of the chair as you dragged him up with no mercy.
“You said it’s hot, right?” you said sweetly. “Then let’s go cool off, Your Majesty.”
“You’re insane,” he said, but he was standing now, blinking in disbelief, hair sticking to his neck, looking genuinely offended that you’d actually manhandled him.
“Yup,” you chirped, already marching toward the waves. “And you’re following me.”
He stared. Then he exhaled the slowest, most dramatic sigh imaginable.
“I hate how strong you are.”
“I love how dramatic you are.”
And then, like some reluctant deity being summoned against his will, Geto trudged after you into the water — grumbling the whole time, but with a grin tugging at the edge of his lips.
The water shimmered like glass in the distance, waves rolling in slowly and easily, but Geto still looked at it like it was his mortal enemy. You didn’t even wait for him to prepare himself — no warning, no countdown, no nothing.
If anyone was to help conquer his fear, it was gonna be you, the one person he truly trusted.
You run towards to ocean without looking back once, leaving a trail of splashes behind you.