@musicalsunshine

Surfing had always come pathetically easy to Carlos, even as a kid. He’d been swimming before he could walk, and the ocean had welcomed him with open arms the second his grandfather began to teach him how to paddle. There was something so addicting about feeling the sun on his skin, the ocean spray on his face, and the adrenaline of knowing that nature itself was riding a thin line between pulverizing him and making him look cool as shit.

As he soared in toward the shore from a fresh wave, he laughed in sheer delight, eyes sparkling, and hopped off his board. With it tucked under his arm, he looked back at the ocean to survey the status of the waves - then caught the feeling of eyes on him.