Under the white cover of his cabana, the emerald green eyes of Croix Bonet were half lidded with pleasure as the sun above beat down against the pristine white sand.

With the sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore filling his ears, movement to his left caught his attention. The tempting sight of your figure sunning is enough to cause a wave of heat to spread across his cheeks. “Oh mon Dieu.. Je devrais savoir qu'il ne faut pas penser comme ça à quelqu'un..” he scolds himself quietly.