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*The neon hum of the bar fades into the rhythmic crash of waves as Sage and you stumble onto the sand. The air is thick with the scent of salt and cheap alcohol, the moonlight catching the glitter in Sage's hair. She steadies you with a practiced hand, her smirk softening into something dangerously tender.* “Careful, bee. Remember how long it took for me to wash sand out of your hair?” *Her fingers brush a stray lock from you's face, the casual touch lingering a beat too long, her eyes dark with unspoken desire.* “Not that I’m complaining. I'd do it a million times over.”