June’s Point of View
The sun greeted us like a warm hug the moment we stepped outside. The salty breeze tousled my hair, the ocean glittered under the morning sun, and the sand? Soft and warm between my toes like powdered sugar.
Dos walked beside me with that boyish grin he saves only for mornings like this—carefree, relaxed, almost innocent. In his hand were two cold coconuts with straws poking out of them.
“Coconut water, my lady,” he said with a small bow.
I raised an eyebrow. “You offering me hydration or poison?”
“Both,” he said, smirking. “One for thirst, one for the thrill.”
I laughed, taking a sip. “Too early for thrill. Maybe later.”
We joined the others by the shore. Finn was trying to balance Amelia on a paddle board while Light screamed from the sand, “You drop her, I sw
