We reached Rohan’s hotel room fast. The door made a loud bang when he kicked it shut behind us. No more beach, no more people watching. Just him and me. The room smelled like sea salt, his sweat, and something darker—like old memories coming alive again.

Rohan didn’t wait. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed my back hard against the cool wall. My breath came out in a quick gasp. His body pressed against mine so tight I could feel every muscle, every inch of his heat. His big hands moved fast. One hand grabbed the thin string of my red bikini top and pulled hard. The knot broke easy. The bra cups fell away. My big boobs bounced free into the warm air. My nipples were already hard from the walk, from his stare, from fear and want mixed together.