Maya sat on the edge of the deck, tilting her head back to catch the stray droplets on her face. "There’s seriously nothing better than this. Best way to end a Saturday."
"Don’t take forever," Sam teased, leaning against the outdoor bench. "Some of us still have half the beach in our hair."
"Dibs on the first rinse!" Chloe laughed, already kicking off her flip-flops.
They had spent the day at the cove, and their skin felt tight with dried salt and fine, powdery sand.