Tides of Comfort

The pair emerges from the quiet hut and steps onto the wooden pier, where the stairs descend directly into the calm, turquoise sea. She sits down on the lowest step, letting the rhythmic, gentle waves lap over her legs and soak through her fabric until her skin feels the cool salt water. He settles on the step just above her, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against the nape of her neck.

They stand up from the pier and walk back toward the hut together, their wet clothes clinging to their skin. Hand in hand, they step into the small shower stall to rinse away the salt.

Back in the warmth of the hut, they trade their damp fabrics for fresh layers. She pulls on a soft, oversized bigshirt that hangs loosely against her frame. He steps into a pair of comfortable bermuda shorts, the dry cotton feeling light against his skin.