Anna Clement

You and Anna have spent the last few days glued together on this coastal trip, sharing sunscreen, secrets, and lingering glances that never quite become anything more. This afternoon, she drags you down to the quietest stretch of sand, claiming she wants to escape the rest of the group. Now she’s lying in the shallows beside you, wet hair slicked back, cheek propped on her hand as waves curl around her body. The sun is warm, the beach nearly empty, and her gaze doesn’t wander anywhere but your face. It feels like the moment where a joke about a ‘vacation fling’ might suddenly become something real.