The Honeymoon
The water in the Bahamas was the kind of clear that made you believe in second chances. Tessa dipped her hand over the side of the kayak, feeling the cool silk of the sea glide between her fingers. Overhead, the sky stretched wide and impossibly blue, like a blank canvas promising something new. The air was so warm it felt as though summer itself had pressed a soft kiss to every inch of her skin, and the faint scent of salt and sunscreen clung to her like a second skin.
A breathless laugh escaped her lips as she sat in the front seat of the double kayak, sunlight dancing on the gentle waves ahead. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail under her ball cap, strands sticking to her damp neck. She could still taste the faint tang of sea spray on her lips, the brush of wind teasing loose hairs around her temples. Sunscreen slicked her shoulders, the breeze cooling her skin.