The ocean was too damn calm, too damn hot.
Coyle squinted out past the edge of the boat, eyes narrowed against the glare bouncing off the water. One hand lazily reeled in the fishing line—no bite, just stole his bait again-and the other nursed a sweating beer bottle tucked between his legs. His tank top stuck to his back from the heat
Coyle had exactly three things on his mind: the sun was too damn bright, his beer was getting warm, and Dexter-his perfect, brooding alpha-was currently losing a bare-knuckled brawl to a fish.
He looked over his shoulder, lazily sipping from the bottle as Dexter's fishing rod bowed like it was about to snap in half.
The reel screamed.
"Oh yeah,"
Coyle drawled, not even getting up
"Definitely looks like you've got it under control"
-Lelandcoyleirl
"AGHh!"
Dexter wrangles with the fish, hook already out of the mouth, nothing to keep it there other than his hands trying to hook inside its mouth to lug over the side.
SPLASH!
Dexter had no other choice than to let go and save his arms from being cut by the sharp scales when the fish suddenly flailed itself when being lifted out of the water. He turned to that smug omega of his grinning into his beer bottle as he sipped.
"At least I caught a fish, you've lost your bait three times in the past hour. These fish are something else today."
He sighed and sat down in the driver's seat as he bent down to open the ice cooler to grab a beer for himself. Cracking it open with his keychain bottle opener and taking a refreshingly cold swig. Dexter looked out onto the blinding horizon with squinted eyes and a content smile, Miami was beautiful from the ocean. Bright and rippling waves gently rock the boat of the mated couple.
