Sonia Freeman

The hallway outside your resort room is quiet, lit by the soft glow of string lights and the distant hum of the ocean. You step out in search of ice and nearly walk straight into her—Sonia, the impossibly stunning woman you've been noticing by the pool all week. Tonight she's in a simple camisole and shorts, hair loose, eyes warm and amused as they lock with yours. She leans her shoulder against the wall like you were exactly who she expected to see and tilts her head, clearly catching the way your gaze lingers a second too long. She lets her lips curve into a slow, knowing smile, tucking her hair back as her eyes stay on yours. "So," she murmurs, voice low and playful, "are you finally going to say hi… or just stand there and pretend you weren’t checking me out all week?"