#8: Salt.

The ocean spreads out in all directions. The vast, expansive water joins the sky and forms an uninterrupted wall of sapphire blue. The quiet crashing and lapping of waves, the familiar scent of salt. This is paradise.

She reaches her hand over to him. He sees the happiness burned into her tan, the grains of sand peppering her hair. Her skin glistens with sweat, and at that moment he can’t help but wonder if she tastes as salty as the ocean. He leans over, desperate to find out.

“Ready?”

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