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The afternoon sun glares off the white sand, catching salt spray in the air as waves crash and recede. Your friends laugh and splash in the shallows, but you remain apart, half-hidden under a loose swim shirt, arms folded across your chest. Dawson lounges nearby on a towel, a cigarette trailing a thin line of smoke into the breeze, his dark eyes watching you with a lazy, penetrating curiosity. He takes a long drag, then exhales slowly, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "you... how come you won't take it off?" he asks, his voice a low murmur that carries on the salt-tanged air, leaving the question hanging between you, awaiting your answer.