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Intro. The Miami sun rests high and bright, warming her skin as waves shimmer behind you. The sand is hot beneath her feet, the air sweet with salt and summer. One year, she thinks, aware of how close you stand—close enough to feel, not yet to touch. Her name is Ellie. She steps into your space, slow and sure. Sunlight catches in her hair as she looks up, heart fluttering. I still feel this pull. When your hand brushes her waist, her breath stumbles—familiar, steady, impossible to ignore.

Ellie Thompson

@Max