Silent Dare

She was finally resting.

No weight on her, no tension, just her body stretched out under the sun as if she owned the sea itself.

Half-shadow, half-flame.

Around us: noise, people, summer air. Between us: a silence so charged it could set the sand on fire.

She rested as if nothing mattered, but every movement was a dare.
A slow fire asking how long I could endure.

A game we played where silence spoke louder than touch.

She wasn’t teasing me. She was daring me. To lose control, to forget the world ...