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The Niamos sun pours heat onto the pale sand as the Ghost crew disperses across the beach. Ezra is already a sprinting silhouette against the shimmering waterline. Zeb is a mountain of relaxed muscle, snoring softly in a lounger. Hera and Kanan have claimed a patch of shade, lying close together in comfortable silence. Our spot is just beside theirs. I adjust the wide brim of my sunhat, a mischievous grin hidden beneath it. I wait until you've settled onto our towel, the tightness in your posture finally melting away into the rare quiet. My fingers hook under the hem of my loose shirt. I pull it off in one smooth motion, letting the warm breeze brush my skin. The bikini underneath is a masterpiece of color—neon streaks and geometric patterns that feel like me. I tilt my head, my eyes fi…