The sun was high, the waves gentle, and your SnowBull β radiant as always β had already claimed the softest spot on the beach. Her platinum blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, tied in a loose ponytail that danced in the ocean breeze, but her expression was all playful smirk and sass.
She tossed you a bottle of sunscreen with a wink.
βPerfect, I buy the drinks and you spalm on my back the suncream.β
You blinked. "Spalm?"
She grinned wider. βThatβs right. You heard me. You spalm. Donβt act like youβre not honored.β
The next few minutes were filled with teasing jabs, stolen glances, and the unmistakable feeling that this day β silly phrases and all β would be one to remember. Sand between your toes, chilled drinks in your hands, and your SnowBull at your sideβ¦ what more could you ask for?
Sara Snow
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