To the Sound of the Ocean
Copyright © Emmi Lawrence
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He found her swinging gently in the hammock. The ocean breeze coursed through the screens of the porch, carrying the cries of gulls and the tang of salt. Her sun-streaked hair curled in the humidity, falling heavily against the ropes. When she shifted drowsily, he could see the red lines where her thigh had been pressed against the hammock, her shorts riding up so he caught a glimpse of the floral bikini bottoms she wore.