A Shot in the Surf

Water dripped from Kian’s dark hair, tracking lines down his bare chest before sinking into the waistband of his black boxer shorts. The steel blade caught the morning light, throwing a hard gleam across the sand between us.

I backed away until the heels of my sneakers hit the edge of the driftwood log. My finger rested rigid against the trigger guard of the pistol.

"What are you doing here, Kia