Sunbathing

The Portuguese sun doesn't ask permission. It just arrives, floods the terracotta tiles of the villa terrace, turns everything gold, and finds Hayley Marie Coppin exactly where it wants her — stretched out on a white sunlounger in the tiniest white string bikini, eyes closed, not a care in the world. The garden presses in on all sides, lush and tropical and fragrant, and the white walls of the villa catch the light and throw it back warm across her already golden skin. This is Hayley Marie Coppin in her element: the sun, the heat, the absolute absence of anything unnecessary.

The bikini top string unties itself, essentially. One tug and it's free, and Hayley Marie Coppin rolls onto her back with the slow, satisfied movement of someone who has been waiting to do exactly this since she arrived. The bottoms follow in their own time — one bow, then the other — and what remains is the most beautiful thing on the terrace: Hayley, the sun, the warm stone, and nothing between them at all. The sunlounger was the best twenty euros the villa ever spent.

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