“That’s my girl!” Nate cheers, already stripping off his shirt and sprinting toward the waves. Celeste follows with a laugh, and Luca gives me a sideways grin before tossing his drink cup aside and wading in after them. He tears off the leather jacket he seems to be always wearing, followed by his shirt.
I involuntary freeze for a moment, surprised he’s—well, ripped.
Of course, Nate notices too, and voices it with a whistle, “Is that what you’ve been hiding from us?”
Luca snorts, muttering something I can’t hear from over here.
Nate follows up with, “So, you should totally consider swinging gay.”
“Nate!” Celeste huffs incredulously.
“What?” Nate asks, feigning innocence.
I stand there for a second, letting the chill of the night settle on my skin. The beach has always been a comfort
