Alina kisses back holding onto him to keep her balance. Then she grips more tightly with her fingers, staying in close to him, suddenly tense and wary.
"Jon," she murmurs quietly, not pulling away, "how long have we not been on the beach?"
The sound of waves has vanished, and the red sand has been replaced by dusty earth. The sky overhead is clear, and they are apparently still very, very alone.
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