Saltwater Ember



She claimed the best stretch of sand before noon and refused to give it back.
Red hair stuck to her freckled cheeks, ears twitching every time a wave hissed closer. The bikini was the same color as her tail—bright, unapologetic, already darkening where seawater had kissed it. She leaned back on one hand, lazy and golden, watching the horizon like it owed her something.
“You can sit,” she said when someone finally wandered too close. Then she smiled, just enough to show she already knew they would.
A little heat. A little salt. A cat who decided the beach was hers for the afternoon.

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