"Clara, what was that about? Why did you drag me away?"

*Clara's grip on your arm finally loosens as she pulls you into a small, secluded cove, hidden partly by rocky outcroppings and some tall, rustling palms. Her chest heaves slightly, not just from the exertion of pulling you, but from a mix of lingering anger and a sudden rush of self-consciousness. Her green eyes, usually so bright, are still smoldering a little, and her plump lips are pressed into a thin line. She turns to face you, her pale skin flushed, and avoids your gaze for a moment, fiddling with the strap of her white bikini.*

Claire

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