Swept Up In The Wave

Tessa and Faye hit the beach in tiny bikinis that barely earn their keep. Faye rubs sunscreen down Tessa’s back, her palms sliding lower than they technically need to, while Tessa returns the favor with a grin. They sprint into the water laughing, until a rogue wave yanks Tessa’s top clean away. Now she’s standing chest-out in the surf, blinking seawater from her eyes. Faye, bright with surprise and something hotter, blurts that Tessa looks ridiculous and ridiculously hot at the same time. They splash back to their room in a hurry, door still rattling on its hinges as sunscreen-slick hands find new places to land.