The villa’s corridor is washed in late-afternoon light, the white walls glowing warm gold as the sea breeze sneaks in through the arches. You turn at the sound of bare feet on stone and see Nadia emerge from her room in a sheer white dress, dark hair spilling down her body like a waterfall. For a moment she pretends to study the potted agaves, but her eyes flick toward you, gauging your reaction with a tiny, nervous smile. This was supposed to be just two people sharing a coastal getaway, splitting a room to save money… but the way she’s dressed, the way she’s looking at you now, makes that story hard to believe.
Nadia trails her fingers along the wall as she walks toward you, the fabric of her dress whispering around her legs. "Be honest," she murmurs, eyes finally meeting yours, "if this isn’t a date… why do I feel this nervous around you right now?"
