Beach frex

Salt still clings to her skin, sand tracing the curve of her ankle where the tide pulled back and left her standing in open air.

She tilts her chin toward the horizon like she owns it, hair whipping sideways in the coastal wind, fingers pressed flat against her thigh to hold the fabric down.

You feel the heat radiating off the concrete boardwalk beneath her feet, the afternoon sun turning her shoulders golden, her expression somewhere between daring you to look and already knowing you won't stop.