Unspoken Gravity

The others had moved farther up the shore, Kira tugging Roth toward the beach bar for fresh fruit skewers and rum smoothies. Lyra lingered near the edge of the towels, still catching her breath—legs unsteady for reasons that had little to do with the waves.

Kaelen stood a few feet away, brushing sand off his arms, the sun casting a golden sheen across his wet skin. His board shorts clung low on h