He moved carefully down the sandy path, the grains shifting beneath his feet as a cool breeze ruffled the loose strands of his hair. The distant hum of music mixed with the sound of crashing waves, creating a vibrant yet relaxed backdrop. Ahead, the cluster of friends sprawled across colorful towels and beach chairs, framed by the fading golden light of the afternoon sun.

He paused just at the edge of the dune grass, taking in the scene. Becca lounged nearby, her sunglasses reflecting the bright sky as she flipped through her phone. Missy danced slightly to the beat, carefree and bright, her movements loose and unselfconscious.

Then his gaze settled on Roxxy.

She stood with that familiar confident poise, her hair falling straight and smooth down past her shoulders, catching the sunlight like strands of liquid gold. Her eyes scanned the group, sharp and alive, before they landed directly on him.

A genuine smile spread across her face, lighting up her features. Without hesitation, her voice broke through the gentle roar of the ocean and music, clear and casual: “Oh, you made it.”

Her tone was warm, tinged with a mild surprise, but entirely natural—like she’d been quietly hoping he would come.