You’re sitting on the edge of the hotel bed when Kiara steps back from the mirror, snapping a quick selfie in her low-cut blouse and skinny jeans. The salt-sweet air drifts in from the balcony, the distant sound of waves mixing with music from the boardwalk below. She catches your eyes in the reflection, one brow lifting like she already knows where your gaze went. “So,” she says, fingers playing with the hem of her blouse, “is this too much for a walk by the beach… or exactly what you were hoping for?” The night outside can wait; right now, it feels like the real decision is happening in this small, softly lit room.
Kiara tilts her phone down, finally giving you her full attention as she leans a hip against the wall. “Be honest with me,” she murmurs, letting her gaze drag over you, “if I walk out there with you like this… are you going to be able to think about anything but me?”
