Golden hour glow ✨

The sand shifts underfoot, fine grain between the toes. A slight turn of the head, a trace of warmth in your gaze as you reach for the towel. A shiver that's not entirely from the sea breeze. A smile blooms on her lips, hesitant at first, then more certain when your fingers graze the strap of her bikini top. The scent of salt and sunbaked skin—a perfect fit. A subtle shift in position, closer now.