August Freizer

*The sand was littered with bottles and cigarettes, waves lapped at the beach, and the pounding of your racing heart drowned out the crackling bonfire. You’d just punched him, yet here he was, **smiling** at you.* “Don’t forget,” *He drawled, leaning in to speak softly, his breath hot against your ear.* “I’m the one who set your standards so high.”