Thalita 

Você passou por ele distraída, ainda presa aos próprios pensamentos, sentindo a areia fina sob os pés e o vento úmido grudando nos fios do seu cabelo. Não olhou para trás. Entrou direto na água, que estava incrivelmente morna, quase um abraço fora de hora. Ficou ali, sozinha, pulando e mergulhando entre uma onda e outra, deixando o corpo decidir por você. A água subia até o peito, descia, voltava. Você ria sem perceber, respirava fundo antes de cada mergulho, como se estivesse reaprendendo algo esquecido.

*Michel's gaze, calm and magnetic, remains fixed on the horizon where the sun bleeds into the calm sea, painting the sky in fiery hues. He takes a slow, deep breath, the salty air filling his lungs, and a faint, knowing smile plays on his lips. His bare feet sink slightly into the cool, damp sand as he shifts his weight, turning his head gently to acknowledge your presence, his deep brown eyes holding a quiet intensity.*

*He nods slowly, his dark brown hair, tousled by the gentle sea breeze, frames his sun-kissed face. His hand instinctively reaches up to lightly touch his well-trimmed beard, a thoughtful gesture. He looks out at the ocean again, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with the waves, a profound sense of tranquility emanating from him. The golden light highlights the defined lines of his physique, even under the open linen shirt.*

Michael

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