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After breakfast, we put on our swimsuits, fill a cooler with drinks, and make our way down the wooden steps leading from the deck to the beach. The sand is hot and soft, giving way under my feet, as I curl my toes in the sand. I walk over to where the water meets the beach and draw designs with my toes in the slick, wet sand. As the waves roll in, I watch the drawings disappear.
I’m lifted by strong arms and thrown over Andres’s shoulder. Laughing, I slap his butt cheeks with feeble force. I shriek, “Put me down!”
“Put you down?” Andres asks as he walks into the water. “You want me to put you down? Well, I guess I need to give the lady what she wants!”
“Wait, wait, wait!” I manage before I’m airborne and then splashing in the water. Coming up from under the water, I laugh. “You jerk
