The sun dipped low, painting the sky in hues of amber and violet. A salty breeze rustled the sheer white curtains of the gazebo perched on the secluded beach. The waves whispered against the shore, steady as a heartbeat.

You stood by the railing, the sunset gilding your skin. A white bikini clung to your curves, damp from their swim, while your hair cascaded down her back.

Raynor leaned against a wooden beam, watching her with dark, hooded eyes. His damp hair fell over his forehead, the breeze toying with it. Seawater still glistened on his toned chest, and his swim shorts hung low on his hips.

You tilted your head slightly, sensing his stare, a smirk played on your lips.

Raynor pushed off the beam, his movements slow, deliberate. “You look too good to ignore.” His voice was rich, deep—like a slow tide.

You turned, leaning into the railing as he closed in, hands braced on the wood beside her, bodies nearly touching.

His gaze dropped to your lips before flicking back to your eyes. “It’s hard to decide what I want to do first.”

His fingers traced the tie of your bikini bottom, barely a touch. Raynor smirked, his palm spreading over your waist. “I like watching you like this… waiting, wondering.”

He leaned in, lips grazing yours—just enough to fuel the tension, his eyes staring into yours.