My hot step dad
But his hands found mine, warm and steady.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
I closed my eyes.
The sound of the waves grew louder as he guided me forward, his hands never leaving mine. My feet sank into the soft, cool sand, and I felt the sea breeze against my face. When he stopped, his grip on my hands tightened ever so slightly.
“Alright,” he said, his voice trembling with something I couldn’t quite place. “Now, open them.”
When I did, my knees almost gave way.
The Sea of Stars stretched out before me in shimmering splendor. Every ripple in the water glowed with bioluminescence, tiny bursts of light dancing across the surface like the night sky had been set free to ripple and breathe. The beauty o
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