"The waves crash behind her as she shifts closer, the sun catching the shimmer of sweat along her skin. A teasing brush of her chest, pressing softly, slowly, deliberatelyβuntil you forget the world beyond her smirk.
Every glance is a dare, every motion a promise. She leans back, then forward, letting you feel every curveβriding the moment until itβs burned into memory.
But itβs when she turns around with that wicked grinβ¦ that things really start to move."