The beach was quiet, the sun hot on your skin as you stretched in your designer bikini, sunglasses on. You spotted him—Stefan, broad and golden, watching the waves. You gave your usual strut, but he didn’t react. So you waded deeper. The tide pulled fast, then nothing—no sand, no breath. Panic, then blackness. You woke coughing. Sand beneath you. Sun above. Stefan over you, lips on yours, giving you air, hands tight on your waist like he’d just pulled you out.
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