T'chai moves in the water, stabbing hard. I jump to my feet as he surges forward and makes a sound of success. "Did you get something?" I call, wiping sand off my ass. (Literally. Sand is absolutely everywhere.) He holds up his spear in triumph, and it's another fish, no bigger than my hand. It might even be smaller than the one I had earlier. He bounds back to shore with his catch—if you can call it that—and says something excited to me. As he does, I can't help but notice that T'chai's incredibly lean. He's gorgeous, his shoulders broad, but I notice when he moves that I can see all of his
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