Hayley Marie Coppin arrived at the beach dressed for distraction and left wearing next to nothing at all. She sauntered down to the shoreline in a white string bikini, aviator shades, a long chain necklace catching the sun at her throat, and the kind of easy confidence that makes the whole sea seem like a backdrop made just for her. The wind caught her long blonde hair and the waves came rolling in at her feet, and she simply let them, crouching into the wet sand with that slow, half-smiling awareness that she is the most interesting thing on the entire beach.
She stripped the bikini top away with the casualness of someone who has absolutely nothing to hide, letting it dangle from a fingertip before setting it aside and stretching out across the sand as the surf foamed and swirled around her. Lying on her stomach on the wet shore, she looked over one shoulder at the lens with a look that was equal parts challenge and invitation, her bare back golden against the pale sand, the ocean stretching out behind her in brilliant blue-green. By the time the waves finally crept up to kiss her skin, Hayley's white bikini bottoms were the only thing left between her and total freedom.