The GC was very very clear. No hookups. No feelings. Perfect plan.

Just a group trip. Greece. Sun. Good vibes. You were sharing a villa with friends, Lando included—not that it meant anything.

You weren’t even that close before this trip.

But now?

Now you couldn’t stop thinking about how he looked in swim trunks, barefoot with his curls wet and sunglasses on. Or the way he said your name when he was annoyed. Or the way your legs brushed under the table last night and neither of you moved.

And now it was just the two of you—everyone else had gone to get drinks from the beach bar, and you were lying on a lounge chair in the shade, hiding from the heat.

Lando walked over slowly, biting into a slice of watermelon. Shirtless. Of course.

He squinted at you. “You’re not gonna swim?”

You shook your head. “I already got burned.”

He smirked, taking another bite. “Should’ve let me put sunscreen on you.”

You snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure that offer was very selfless.”

He dropped into the chair next to you, still looking smug. “You think I’m not capable of basic SPF-related care?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I think you’d use it as an excuse to touch my back.”

He didn’t deny it.

Didn’t say anything at all.

Just looked at you like he was waiting for you to say something else.

And you kind of wanted to.