Even takes his phone and shoots photos of the bay, the swimmers, and a white-haired woman drinking a fizzy orange-red soda in a wine glass full of ice cubes. He doesn’t take pictures of Isak’s long legs, his strong, toned thighs, or the tan line below the hem of his borrowed shorts. The skin there is pale and covered with fine golden hair, and before they’d sat down, he’d reminded Isak to put some sunblock on. Even commits the sight to memory.

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the red squirrel

Chapter two: “The Good Ones”

A SKAM AU

by Ghostcat