At the resort

The resort was supposed to be a peaceful escape—a break from the monotony of life. I hadn’t planned on anything more than enjoying the beach, the sunsets, and the quiet. But the moment I saw him there, everything changed.

We’d known each other in passing—neighbors who’d exchanged polite smiles and brief conversations. But seeing him at the resort, with the glow of the setting sun casting shadows on his chiseled features, felt different. He wasn’t just my neighbor anymore.

That evening, after the bonfire, we found ourselves walking along the shore together. The air was warm, the kind of warmth that clings to your skin, making every touch feel electric. The moonlight sparkled on the waves, and the sound of the water seemed to drown out every rational thought.

We stopped near a cluster of palm trees, far enough from the party to feel completely alone. He turned to me, his gaze intense, and I felt my breath hitch. Before I could think, his hand brushed against my arm, sending shivers through me.

When he leaned in, his lips met mine with a soft, deliberate pressure that made my heart race. The kiss deepened quickly, his hands sliding to my waist, pulling me closer as if he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between us.

His touch grew bolder, his fingers trailing along the curve of my back, then down to the small of it, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I could feel the strength in his grip as he held me, his lips moving to my neck, where he kissed me slowly, lingering, as if savoring every moment.

We sank into the sand, the cool grains contrasting with the heat building between us. His hands explored my body with a mix of urgency and care, every movement sending waves of pleasure through me. I felt completely consumed by him, lost in the way he touched me, the way his lips and hands moved in perfect rhythm.

The night felt endless, the world around us fading away as we gave in to everything we’d been holding back. It was reckless, impulsive, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.

When it was over, we lay there under the stars, the sound of the waves lapping at the shore. He reached for my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.

I know what we did was wrong—what we were risking. But as I sit here now, thinking about that night, I can still feel the warmth of his touch, the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the world.