Pale Alaskan at the beach

You spot a pale figure against the dark volcanic sand, skin almost luminous in the flat northern light.

You feel the contrast pull at something primal — that cool, untouched complexion against the raw wind off the water, clothes abandoned somewhere behind the driftwood. You want to trace every curve with your hands, warming what the Alaskan air has chilled.

You notice the way the cold has raised goosebumps across bare shoulders and thighs, and you understand exactly why you cannot look away from a body this exposed, this unguarded, this openly inviting your attention.