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Back in the rented beach house, he crept past his parents' hushed breaths and collapsed onto the couch, his skin still humming.
Sleep came fast, but not before his traitorous mind replayed Jon's hands, his laugh, the way his muscles flexed under sweat-slick skin.
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The sun glinted off the pages of Nina's book as she sprawled on her beach towel, her straw hat tilted against the glare.
The ocean murmured behind her, lulling her into the fantasy world between the pages—until two shadows fell across the sand.
"Das ist kein Platz für Träumereien," a deep voice rumbled. Nina looked up, squinting. Twin towers of muscle loomed over her—Evan and Stefan.