The Australian Summer
Copyright© 2026 by BhagiRath
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Isha came to Sydney to be with her fiancé Ankit. She didn't expect Cooper. As her fiancé retreats into screens and silence, his roommate draws her into a world of early mornings, physical challenge, and dangerous proximity. This is not a story about one moment of weakness. It's about a thousand small ones.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Interracial White Male Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Indian Erotica Transformation Illustrated
Welcome back, dear reader! The last time we saw our characters, quite a lot had happened. Ankit had asked Isha a direct question - “are you attracted to him?”. Isha didn’t answer. Instead, she had sex with him, which he ‘absolutely enjoyed’. And our dear Isha continued exploring and pushing new boundaries with Cooper. Be it the “where’s my reward?” demand, to receive her well-earned smack on the ass. Or the permission she gave Cooper, to be fully naked in the sauna with her, going forward. And now we arrive at the promised weekend. Ankit away at Melbourne. And Isha and Cooper at the beach. Let’s see what happens...
~BhagiRath
{c}THREE MONTHS TO THE WEDDING
Sydney, Australia
Isha stood in front of her closet looking at the two options in front of her. On the left, the modest one-piece she’d worn to Bondi with Ankit. On the right, the white bikini she’d bought but never worn, still had the price tags on. She’d tried it once in the changing room, found it too revealing, and put it back in its bag. Until now.
She was going to the beach today ... with Coop, Sasha and Tobias. She had to pick one.
Which one would Ankit want her to wear?
Ankit had left for Melbourne yesterday, for the semi-finals of his gaming tournament. She remembered her conversation with him.
“I really wanted you to come, Isha. But I think you’d be bored out of your mind.”
“I know, baby. Don’t worry about it too much, I’ll be fine here.”
Ankit was stuffing his clothes into his duffel bag.
“What will you guys be doing anyway?” he asked.
“Coop was saying ... maybe we’ll head to the beach with Sasha and Tobias.”
Ankit paused and looked at her, as if he was about the say something. But he didn’t. He continued packing.
“Isha,” he suddenly asked, nervous. “Did you see my passport, I can’t find it.”
“Arey mere buddhu ram (Oh my forgetful fellow),” she said with a smile. “It’s in the front pocket, open the zipper.”
Ankit did, found the passport, and a look of relief spread over his face.
“What will I ever do without you?” he said.
“I wonder the same thing,” Isha said, messing up his hair lovingly.
He checked everything again. “Phone, charger, wallet, passport...”. He put the bag on his shoulder and was about the step out of their bedroom, and then turned to Isha.
“I know I’ve been shit lately. Once the tournament is done, we’ll do something. Proper holiday. Just us. I promise.”
“Okay baba,” Isha took his hand into hers. “Don’t worry about all that, go catch your flight.”
“Okay, babe,” Ankit started to go, but turned back once again.
“Listen,” he said. “Take lots of pictures at the beach, have fun. I know Cooper will take care of you. He’s a good guy, and I am glad he’s your friend. I am sorry I was so jealous...”
“Ankit,” she interrupted. “Go ... or you’ll miss your flight. We’ll talk about all this when you return.”
“Okay, love you, babe.”
“Love you too, baby.”
That’s what Ankit had said. Take lots of pictures at the beach. Have fun.
He’d want me to look good.
Isha picked the white bikini.
Took the tags off and wore it, looking at herself in the mirror.
She looked different since the last time she’d worn it. She looked better. It was still quite revealing.
The two small triangles at the top were unforgivably small, cupping her breasts but leaving the sides and bottoms exposed, her nipples and areolae showing as shadows beneath the thin material.
And the bottoms ... two thin strings held it up, a thin strip of white between her legs. The back was just a single strip that disappeared between her ass cheeks. Her ass, fuller and firmer from the last few months of training, was almost entirely bare.
Her curls fell wild around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. The definition in her stomach, the muscles of her legs, the curve of her hips ... it was all on display. She was on display.
She felt excited. And then a thought came into her head, uninvited.
Coop will be the first man to see me in this.
Not Ankit.
A feeling of guilt crept up in her mind. But the excitement was still there.
It was a familiar feeling ... guilt and excitement together ... it happened every time she thought of Cooper.
Isha thought about how Cooper had been naked in the sauna ever since that day.
She still didn’t know what had gotten into her that day.
Why did I say he didn’t need a towel?
Cooper had immediately acted upon the permission. And Isha’s body did the same. Her eyes were almost immediately on his cock, staring shamelessly.
And if their eyes ever met ... if he ever caught her staring, he’d chuckle and she would too. Part nervousness, part excitement.
And secretly, unknown to anyone but her - since that day, every day, Isha fingered herself immediately after the sauna. Sometimes in the shower, sometimes in the bed, sometimes right there on the bedroom floor.
And the subject of her masturbation fantasies was always the same.
Isha was starting to feel less and less guilty about it.
It’s just a fantasy. Everyone fantasizes.
I am not acting on any of it ... so I am not doing anything wrong.
I am marrying Ankit.
She always said that last part to herself, as if she was trying to convince herself.
Isha’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Cooper’s voice.
“Isha,” he called out from outside her bedroom door. “Tobias just texted, they just started, will be here in twenty.”
“Okay,” Isha replied. “I’ll be out in a few.”
She gave herself one final look, tied a thin transparent sarong around her waist, picked up the bag and stepped out of her room.
As soon as she walked into the kitchen, Cooper saw her. And to her delight, she saw Cooper’s jaw drop. It wasn’t a subtle reaction, at all.
“Bloody hell, Isha.”
Isha laughed. “What?”
“You look ... absolutely mint.”
“I don’t know what that means,” she said, still laughing. “Hopefully that means something good?”
“It means you look fucking incredible,” Cooper said, still looking her up and down. His eyes moved over slowly, as if he was taking in every part of her body. The white triangles barely doing their job, the curve of her waist, the sarong tied loosely at her hip, her curls.
Isha had never had a man look at her the way Cooper was looking at her right now. Like he couldn’t decide where to focus. She felt weird low in her stomach.
“Stop,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. But she was smiling.
“I’m not joking, Isha.” His voice was lower than usual. “Ankit’s a lucky bloke.”
The mention of Ankit’s name gave her a small pang of guilt in her chest. She pushed it aside.
“I’ll tell him you said that,” she said.
“You tell him,” he said. “In fact, don’t tell him. He might not let you come out looking like that again!”
Isha smiled, picking up her bag. “He never tells me what I can or can’t wear.”
“That’s great.”
“Ready?” she asked him.
“After you.”
Sasha and Tobias were in their convertible, parked at the curb next to Cooper’s apartment building. Sasha was behind the wheel, oversized sunglasses, pushed up on her head, her golden bikini shining in the sunlight. Her breasts were larger than Isha’s and her top was designed to raise any man’s heart rate.
Tobias was in the passenger seat, one arm draped over the door. His bulky, tall frame somehow still fitting in the front seat next to his wife. Like Cooper, Tobias was also wearing a shirt, unbuttoned, chest and abs showing.
“Morning, love!” Sasha called out. “You look fuckin’ gorgeous.”
“Hey guys!” Isha said, walking around to the back. “Sasha, you look amazing, as always.”
Cooper held the door open for Isha. She slid into the seat, feeling the smooth leather against her thighs. Cooper got in beside her.
“Look at Coops being a gentleman,” Sasha said, hitting Tobias on the shoulder. “When was the last time you ever opened the door for me.”
Tobias rubbed his shoulder where she hit him, gave Cooper an angry look. “Morning, dickhead!”
“Right back at ya, fuckwit.” Cooper snapped back.
“If you two wankers are done being disgusting,” Sasha said. “Shall we get on?”
“Right,” Tobias said, turning around. “Everyone buckled in. Sasha drives like she’s being chased.”
“I do not,” Sasha protested, pulling away from the curb.
Soon the car was on the coastal road, the harbor was sparkling along the side. The top was down, the wind was warm and the music was playing an upbeat Australian song ... Sasha’s playlist. Isha didn’t recognize the song, but immediately liked it.
She leaned back in her seat, enjoying the sun on her face. The wind in her hair, her curls flying. She caught Cooper glancing at her from the side.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing.” He looked back at the road.
Isha felt her cheeks warm.
Tobias turned around again. “Right, I am your road trip entertainment today.”
“Here we go,” Cooper muttered.
“We’re playing Truth or Dare.”
Cooper groaned. “Are we teenagers?”
“Oh, come on, Coop.” Sasha looked at him through the rearview. “Isha’s new to our group. This is a great way for her to get to know us. And for her to know what a saint I am for putting up with this one.” She pointed at Tobias with her thumb.
Tobias gave her a mock-shocked look. “Saint? You’re the one who...”
“Shh.” Sasha held up a finger. “Game on.”
“I’m using an app,” Tobias said, holding up his phone. “Fair and impartial. No accusations of favoritism.”
The app made a sound, and Tobias read the first prompt.
“Sasha, truth or dare?”
“Dare, obviously.”
Tobias read from the screen. “Flash the next vehicle.”
“Ha, easy.” Sasha didn’t hesitate. She pulled her bikini top to the side just as a truck passed going in the opposite direction. The horn blared. She adjusted herself and smiled.
Tobias let out a whistle and clapped his hands. Cooper just shook his head, chuckling.
“Done,” Sasha said, cheerful and loud.
“You’re insane,” Isha said, laughing.
“You love it,” Sasha replied.
“Alright boys and girls,” Tobias continued. “Next round is for me, and I select dare too.”
He read from the app again. “Kiss the person to your left, on the lips, for five seconds.”
Given the way they were sitting in the car, technically the person to his left would be Isha, who was sitting behind Tobias.
As soon as she realized it, Isha got worried.
Tobias turned around, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Well, well.”
Isha felt her face go hot. She shook her head. “No, no...”
“Come on, love. It’s just a game.” Sasha piped in. “And trust me, it’s not too bad, I do it all the time.” She laughed at her own joke.
Isha didn’t know what to say, she was feeling beyond embarassed. “I ... uh ... don’t.”
Cooper put his hand on her shoulder. “I’ll take that hit for her.”
Tobias looked between them. “That’s not how you play the...”
“Rules are made to be broken, mate.” Cooper leaned forward, making a face. Tobias made a face too. Their lips barely touched for a second before they jerked away from each other.
“Bloody hell,” Cooper said. “You’re a horrible kisser. Sash ... how do you put up with this wanker.”
“You get used to it,” Sasha laughed.
Isha looked over at Cooper and mouthed Thank you to him. He smiled at her.
“Alright, alright,” Tobias continued. “After that disgusting display of brotherly affection, we move on to Coop. Truth or dare, mate?”
“Truth.” Cooper said.
Tobias started to read from the app. “Okay, so your question is...”
Sasha jumped in. “Wait ... I want to ask him the question.”
“That’s not how we’re playing the game,” Tobias said. “The app is supposed to be fair...”
“My love,” Sasha said. “You know I don’t give a fuck, right?”
Tobias shook his head. “Ahh, you guys keep breaking all the rules.”
Cooper laughed. “Okay, what’s your question?”
“Great,” Sasha said, adjusting her rearview mirror. “What’s Isha’s most attractive feature?”
Isha, who’d been laughing along with the game, went still.
“Sasha, you’re impossible!” Isha turned to Cooper. “You don’t need to answer tha...”
“Her hair.” Cooper said.
The car went silent.
Isha looked at him, surprised. “My hair?”
“Yes.”
“Well,” Sasha said. “Don’t just stop there ... tell us why.”
“I like the way it does whatever it wants.” Cooper was looking at Isha directly now. “And the way Isha tries to tame it, tucking her curls behind her ear, but it never listens.”
Isha reached up instinctively, pushing a curl back from her face.
Cooper smiled. “See?”
She dropped her hand.
“Well,” Sasha said. “That was ... ahem ... very specific.”
Isha was looking out the window, her expression neutral. But inside, her brain was exploding.
No one had complimented her like that before ... in such a particular way. She wasn’t even sure it was a compliment. It just felt very ... intimate.
The car was silent again.
“Alright,” Tobias jumped in, breaking the silence. “Isha’s turn.”
Isha thought for a second - she certainly didn’t have the courage to do the type of dares the app was throwing out, especially after what Cooper just said.
“Truth,” she said.
“I’ll take this one too,” Sasha jumped in. Tobias rolled his eyes.
“Isha,” Sasha said. “What do you find hot about Cooper?”
Isha looked at Sasha’s face through the rearview mirror. She had a mischievous grin on her face.
What did she find hot? The list was too long, starting with his arms. His lips. His...
“Pass,” Isha said. “I pass.”
“Ooh,” Tobias said. “Okay, passing on Truth means you get a Dare.”
Isha’s stomach dropped.
Tobias read off the app. “Sit on the lap of the person to your right, for ten minutes.”
She looked at Cooper with raised eyebrows. She turned back to Tobias.
“It does NOT say that, Tobias,” she said.
“Read it,” Tobias said, holding up the phone to her. Isha leaned in and that’s exactly what it said.
Crap.
“I ... I can’t do that,” Isha said. “Let’s go back to Truth.”
“No can do, love.” Sasha said with a smile. “You’ve already gotten the Dare. You can’t go back.”
“What?” Isha exclaimed, “Come on, guys.”
“Rules are rules, I’m afraid.” Tobias said.
Isha looked at Tobias and then Sasha. Neither of them were going to let it go.
Isha finally looked at Cooper.
“Ten minutes?” she asked. “Is that okay with you, Coop?”
“Fine by me,” he said.
“I don’t think he minds, love,” Tobias said from the front seat, grinning. “Look at his face, he’s loving this.”
“Shut up, Tobias,” Cooper said, but he was smiling as well.
“Make me,” Tobias turned to Isha. “Come on then love. Clock’s ticking.”
Isha shifted in her seat. She turned and carefully lowered herself onto Cooper’s lap, her back to his chest, her legs draping over his. The sarong rode up slightly. She could feel his thighs beneath her ... solid and muscular. His hand came to rest on her thigh, just above her knee, just casual, like it was nothing.
The game continued, but it shifted. Somewhere along the way, the game was abandoned entirely in favor of stories. Tobias told them about the time Cooper got them lost in the Blue Mountains and they had to be rescued by a park ranger. Sasha regaled them with the story of hers and Tobias’s very first, disastrous date which involved a very unfortunate encounter with a street performer. And Cooper told them about the time he took a group of tourists on a hike and a kangaroo stole someone’s sandwich right out of their hand.
They were all laughing, Isha was laughing the hardest. But underneath the laughter and the conversation, Isha was aware of something else.
She was aware of Cooper’s hand on her thigh, how it moved, grip tightening with every bump on the road. Her sarong had ridden up pretty much the full way. She was aware of every inch of contact between his thighs and her exposed ass.
And she was becoming aware of something else.
It started as a subtle shift. She felt a firmness beneath her which hadn’t been there when she first sat on his lap. At first, she thought she was imagining it. When the car hit a bump, she felt it press against her ... hard and unmistakable ... right between her legs.
She let out a gasp when it happened again. This time it was undeniable. She kept her expression neutral, kept laughing at whatever Tobias was saying. Her heart was beating hard. She could clearly feel him beneath her, the outline of his arousal pressing against the thin fabric of her thong, separated from her by almost nothing.
She didn’t say anything. He didn’t say anything. The conversation kept going and both Isha and Cooper participated like nothing else was happening.
As the car and the conversations kept going, Isha and Cooper became settled into this new configuration. She leaned into him, her thick curly hair pressed into his chest, her fragrance in his nose. His thumb began tracing small circles on her thigh, almost absent-mindedly. Isha didn’t mind at all, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
And then there was his hardness, which had settled between the folds of her legs. It was pressing against the most sensitive part of her, and shifted slightly every time the car moved.
Neither Isha nor Cooper realized that the dare ended twenty minutes ago. Or maybe they did and didn’t want to move. Either way, Isha was on Cooper’s lap for over thirty minutes. They’d become quite ... comfortable.
The car pulled into a small parking lot near the beach, Sasha turned off the engine.
“We’re here,” she announced.
Isha blinked. She’d almost forgotten they were going somewhere.
She looked at Cooper and he looked back at her. Neither of them said anything. She lifted herself off his lap and moved back to her own seat, the sudden absence of his warmth against her back making her feel strangely cold. She straightened her sarong.
They all got out of the car, picked up some bags and towels and headed to the beach. The beach itself was a small cove ticked between two sandstone cliffs. The water was blue and the sand golden. The crowds were minimal.
They found a good spot near the water and laid out their towels. Isha set her bag down and looked around. Women in bikinis, and women in nothing at all. Topless sunbathers everywhere, lying on their stomachs, sitting up, walking to the water.
“This,” Sasha said spreading her towel. “Is Glamorama. That’s the nickname, of course. Because this is where all the good-looking people come.”
Isha could see why. The beach was stunning, and so was pretty much everyone on it. She felt a moment of self-consciousness.
Cooper and Tobias left to get them some drinks from a nearby beach bar.
Isha and Sasha were left alone with the towels and the bags.
Isha was looking at the water, taking in the sounds of the waves. That’s when she turned and saw Sasha, who reached behind her back and simply unclasped her bikini top and let it fall. Her breasts were full and round, milky-white with pink nipples. She tossed the top into her bag and lay back.
Isha stared. She couldn’t help it.
“What? You’ve never seen tits before?”
“Not ... not like this,” Isha said, laughing nervously.
“Welcome to Australia, babe.” Sasha grinned. Then she looked down at Isha’s chest. “Well? You going to take that off or what?”
Isha looked down at her bikini top. The white triangles barely covering anything. The contrast of her brown skin against the white fabric. She thought about Ankit, who was in Melbourne right now. He hadn’t even seen her in this bikini top. And now Sasha was saying...
“I’ve never done that,” Isha said. “I don’t think I can.”
“It’s just a beach, hun,” Sasha said. “No one cares. Look around.”
Isha did. Women of all shapes and sizes. Topless, comfortable, entirely unbothered.
“It’s just ... a lot,” Isha said. “I’ve never even worn a bikini this small, before today.”
She thought about her family back in India.
What would maa say if she knew her ‘good daughter’ was topless on a beach?
“It’s just bodies,” Sasha said, echoing Cooper’s words from weeks ago. “You’re in Australia now.”
I am in Australia now.
Something shifted in Isha’s brain. Her hands went to the knot behind her back. She hesitated for a second. And then she let it fall.
The sea breeze hit her skin ... her nipples, her breasts. She felt exposed and vulnerable. A strange thrill passed through her.
Sasha looked at her. “See? Not so bad. And they’re lovely, by the way.”
“Sasha!” Isha said, bringing her palms to her breasts. “Stop. I am already feeling ... this is too much.”
“You’re so cute when you’re shy.”
“It’s not funny,” Isha said. “Cooper’s going to come back, and he’s going to see.”
Sasha raised an eyebrow. “Wait. Cooper hasn’t seen you topless?”
“Of course not. Why would he?”
“Don’t you both use his sauna after workouts?”
“Yes ... but I wear a towel.”
“A towel?” Sasha laughed. “And what about Coop? Does he wear a towel? In his own sauna?”
“He was. Until recently.” Isha said, feeling shy. “I told him he didn’t need to anymore. For my sake.”
Sasha’s laugh was loud and genuine. “Smart girl ... I don’t blame you, love.”
“It’s not like that,” Isha said. But she was giggling too.
“Sure it’s not.” Sasha smiled at her. “Look. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But this is a safe space. No judgment. No cameras. Just sun and sand and freedom.”
Isha liked that. She uncrossed her arms and let the sun fall on her breasts.
Sun and sand and freedom.
The guys came back a few minutes later, carrying drinks. Tobias had a beer and red-colored fruity looking drink in his hands. Cooper carried a beer and a drink with a straw that he handed to Isha.
“Pina colada,” he said. “You told me you liked it.”
“You remembered,” she said taking the drink from him. “Thanks, Coop.”
Then she saw his eyes move down. Just for a second, just a flicker. His eyes registered that she was topless.
Tobias noticed too. “Well, well. Look who joined the party.”
“Tobias,” Sasha’s voice was warning. “Stop making her feel awkward.”
“What? I’m just saying...” He grinned at Isha. “Looking good, love.”
“Thanks, Tobias.” Isha said.
Cooper sat down on the towel next to Isha. His eyes moved over her once more, before looking out at the water. Isha felt secretly happy.
Sasha and Tobias finished their drinks quickly. Sasha stood and grabbed Tobias’s hand.
“Come on babe. Let’s go for a swim.”
“We just got here...”
“Now.”
Tobias knew that tone. He stood up and followed her toward the water, leaving Isha and Cooper alone at the beach.
Isha took another sip of her pina colada. It was much stronger than she was used to. But it was delicious. The sweetness of the pineapple and the warmth of the rum hitting her.
She’d caught Cooper glance at her a couple more times. It’s harmless fun, she thought.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a tube of sunscreen. She squeezed some onto her hands and began applying to her neck and shoulders.
She turned to Cooper.
“Can you ... get my back?”
Harmless fun.
She held out the tube. He took it.
“Lie down flat on the towel,” he said.
She did, face down. Her back exposed, the thin string of her thong the only thing covering her ass.
Isha heard Cooper squeeze the lotion into his hands. Then his palms were on her back.
He started at her shoulders. She’d felt them on her skin before, when he gave her a massage in the sauna. But that was just the shoulders. Now her entire back was open to him. Including her ass.
Isha felt excited.
Cooper worked the sunscreen in slowly, covering every inch of her back. Then his hands moved lower, to the curve of her waist. And then down to her lower back. And then ... his palms were on her bare ass.
Isha raised her head slightly. “I can take care of that part...”
Cooper paused.
“I’m already halfway done.” Cooper’s voice was calm. “I can just finish it.”
She looked at him over her shoulder. His eyes met hers. She held his gaze for a moment.
This is wrong. I should stop him.
But I don’t want to.
“Okay,” she said, putting her head back down on the towel and closing her eyes tightly.
Cooper’s hands went back to work. Both cheeks, fully exposed by the thong. He applied the lotion slowly, thoroughly. His palms pressed into the flesh of her ass, kneading slightly.
Isha’s breath started rising when his fingers traced the edges of the thong, making sure every inch of skin was covered. Even areas which really weren’t at any risk of sun damage.
Isha buried her face into the towel. Her heart was pounding. She could feel every stroke, every squeeze. Cooper was touching her like he had every right to. Like she’d given him permission.
Because she had.
She felt him give her ass one last squeeze, almost playful, then a light pat on one cheek.
“All done.”
Isha stayed like that for a moment longer to calm down. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, then rolled over onto her back. Her bare breasts were exposed now, sunlight falling on them. She didn’t cover them. She didn’t cross her arms. She just lay there, looking up at him.
He had a grin on his face. She smiled back. They both knew it was more than just friendly sunscreen application. He was still kneeling beside her, sunscreen tube in his hand. His eyes moved down her body - her chest, stomach, the thin strap of fabric between her legs. And then back to her face.
“Should I do your front?” he held up the tube. Isha looked at him. His expression looked innocent.
“Do any girls actually fall for that line?”
Cooper laughed. “It’s not a line. I was just trying to be helpful.”
“Helpful. Right.” she smiled. “I’ll do it myself, thanks.” She held out her hand. He placed the tube in her hand, his fingers brushing hers. The contact was brief but it was electric.
Cooper leaned back on his hands, settling onto his towel, still smiling, still watching her.
Isha squeezed the lotion into her hands and started applying it to her stomach, her legs and arms. She was acutely aware of him watching her. Not hiding it. Not pretending to look away.
She started applying it to her chest, the top of her breasts.
“You’re staring.” she said, not looking at him.
“I’m observing. There’s a difference.”
“Is there?”
Cooper shrugged.
“You’re impossible.” she said, shaking her head, but her smile had just gotten wider.
Isha finished applying the sunscreen. She capped the tube and dropped it beside her.
They lay like that on for a moment. The sun was warm, the sound of the waves and distant laughter filled the silence.
“So,” Cooper began. “I am guessing this is your first time topless on a beach?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“It’s the way you keep checking if anyone is looking.” Cooper chuckled.
Isha groaned and covered her face with her hands.
“Two months ago, if you’d told me that I’d be sitting here topless on a beach, I’d have laughed. Now look at me.”
“I have been looking.”
She looked at him with narrowed eyes. Cooper laughed.
“If it helps,” Cooper said. “Your breasts look fantastic.”
Her head snapped toward him. Her mouth fell open.
“Coop! You can’t just say that out loud!”
“Why not?”
“Because...” Isha grabbed a little bit of sand and threw it at him.
Cooper brushed it off with a small chuckle.
After a few seconds he spoke again.
“Right, enough sitting around,” he pointed to Isha’s drink. “Finish that, let’s hit the water.”
Isha looked at the edge of the water. Blue and inviting. She finished the last of the drink in the can.
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