The waves whispered secrets that only lovers understood.

The beach was empty. Oh, it should be; it was way past midnight. The kind of hour where the world forgets its rules and expectations. There were no eyes watching. Just the four of them.

Jack kicked off his shoes first, letting his feet sink into the cool, forgiving sand. He walked barefoot toward the shoreline, slow and thoughtful, like the ocean had summoned him.

Jay followed, quieter. He was always quieter when it was just them. His ...