The serve. Her left arm points high. The ball floats off her palm. The sun catches the salt crusted on her forearm. Her eyes are slits of pure focus. Kyle barely gets a hand on it.
At 20–20, Kyle serves a rocket at Mia’s face. She doesn’t flinch. She absorbs it on her forearms, deadening the speed, and drops a perfect free ball over the net into the abyss between Kyle and Jenna.
Mia doesn’t cheer. She collapses backward into the sand, arms spread like a starfish, and stares at the sky. Leo flops next to her. “How did you know we’d win?” he asks.
21–20.
Match point.
The serve. Her left arm points high. The ball floats off her palm. The sun catches the salt crusted on her forearm. Her eyes are slits of pure focus. Kyle barely gets a hand on it.
At 20–20, Kyle serves a rocket at Mia’s face. She doesn’t flinch. She absorbs it on her forearms, deadening the speed, and drops a perfect free ball over the net into the abyss between Kyle and Jenna. Beach Volleyball- gg -59- -iMGSRC.RU
Mia doesn’t cheer. She collapses backward into the sand, arms spread like a starfish, and stares at the sky. Leo flops next to her. “How did you know we’d win?” he asks. The serve
21–20.
Match point.
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