I chuckled. “I had to learn how to swim early. Grew up with summers at my aunt’s place in Florida.” Legend nodded, eyes flicking over me as I treaded the water. Then, without warning, he grabbed my waist, pulling me against him. I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders as he held me easily, effortlessly. “Legend,” I warned, my pulse spiking.

His smirk was devastating. “What?”

“You know what.”

His grip on me tightened slightly, his lips brushing just below my ear. “Tell me you don’t like it,” he teased. I swallowed hard, my legs wrapped around his waist now, his strong hands steadying me, keeping me exactly where he wanted. I didn’t say anything because we both knew I’d be lying. Legend hummed, pleased. His smirk deepened. “Relax. We’ve got all night for that.”

My stomach flipped violently as we climbed out of the water, the sun drying our skin as we made our way back onto the upper deck of the yacht. I grabbed a plush towel, running it over my body, and tried not to stare at the way the water beaded on his tattoed body, slipping down the dark ink of his tattoos, tracing paths along the ridges of muscle.

I failed. He must have caught me because he smirked as he grabbed a bottle of dark rum from the bar. “Want a drink?” he asked, already pouring.

I nodded, settling into one of the lounge chairs as the yacht rocked gently with the waves. He handed me a glass before settling into the seat across from me, stretching his long legs out, his tattooed fingers idly rolling his glass between his palms. For a moment, we just sat there, letting the ocean breeze cool our sun-warmed skin.

I took a sip of drink, letting the burn of the Tequila settle in my chest before tilting my head at him. “So, you know a lot about me now,” I mused. “Feels like I don't know anything about you.”

He watched me for a second like he was assessing how much I actually wanted to dig. I held his gaze, waiting. Finally, he exhaled through his nose, setting his amber drink down. “What you wanna know, Honey?”

I leaned forward slightly, setting my elbows on my knees. “You always this private?”

“Yes.”

I scoffed. “Not even gonna pretend to deflect?”

“No point,” he said nonchalantly.

I studied him, watching the way he held himself so effortlessly, how everything he did felt measured, and controlled. “You’re used to people not asking questions, aren’t you?”

His smirk was slow. “Most don’t.”

“But I’m not most people.”

“No, you’re not.”

A flicker of heat passed between us, something unspoken but charged but I refused to let it distract me. Not yet. “So tell me something,” I said, swirling my drink. “Where are you from?”

“Here and there,” he said smoothly.

I narrowed my eyes. “That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the one you’re getting.”