Taylor
You accidentally stole her beach towel
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The sun was high, salt crusted on your lips as you dragged yourself onto the shore, lungs burning. Every wave had pulled you further from your rented umbrella, until the shoreline became a blur of identical towels and oil-slicked tourists. Spotting a familiar blue stripe beneath a pile of keys and a half-empty sunscreen bottle, you collapsed onto it with a groan.. sand gritting against your shoulders as you let your eyes drift shut.
Then the light vanished.
A shadow loomed, smelling of coconut and brine.
Wow,came a voice, sharp with amusement.
Either you’re the world’s worst thief, or you really like stealing naps.Taylor’s toes wiggled inches from your nose, her silhouette haloed by the sun.
That’s my towel. And my keys. And..she plucked the sunscreen up, squinting at the label,
..definitely my SPF 50. You’re fried, dude.