ログインRae’s POV The morning sun was already bright and merciless when I woke up. It poured through the open balcony doors in thick golden shafts, turning the white sheets into blinding white and the marble floor into a mirror. Killian was still asleep beside me—face half-buried in the pillow, one arm flung across my waist, breathing deep and slow. His skin smelled like salt, sunscreen, and us from last night. The room still carried the faint scent of chlorine from the pool, lavender from the spa, and the lingering sweetness of the strawberries we’d eaten off each other’s fingers at 3 a.m. I lay there for a few minutes—watching his chest rise and fall, tracing the line of his jaw with my eyes—until my phone buzzed once on the nightstand. Then again. Then a third time—persistent. I reached for it without thinking. Mom. The name on the screen hit me like cold water. My stomach dropped so fast I felt dizzy. I hadn’t spoken to her since we left. Not once. Texts—yes. Quick “I’m fine” re
Rae’s POV The moon was high when we stepped back into the suite—full and silver, spilling cold light across the marble floor and the white sheets of the unmade bed. The balcony doors had been left open all day; now the ocean sounded louder in the dark, a steady roar that filled every corner of the room. Killian closed the door behind us with a quiet click. No rush. No words at first. He just looked at me—eyes dark and steady—then crossed the space between us in three slow steps. His hands found my waist—thumbs brushing the silk of the wrap dress I’d worn to dinner. The fabric was still warm from my skin, the knot at my waist loose from hours of dancing and leaning into him on the sand. He didn’t untie it yet. Instead he cupped my face—tilted it up—and kissed me like we had all the time in the world. Slow. Deep. Tongue brushing mine in lazy strokes that tasted like the last sip of red wine we’d shared. I sighed into his mouth, hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling int
Rae’s POVThe afternoon had slipped away in a haze of pool lounging and stolen kisses, the kind that started innocent and ended with my back pressed to the suite wall, Killian’s mouth on my neck, hands under my dress but never quite crossing the line. He’d whispered “Tonight” against my skin like a promise, then pulled back, leaving me flushed and aching. “Sunset dinner. Dress up. I want to see you in the emerald.”So I did.The wrap dress was the one he’d picked in the boutique—the deep green silk that caught the light like liquid, thigh-high slit flashing skin with every step, V-neck that plunged low enough to show the inner curves of my breasts when I tied it loosely. No bra. No panties. The fabric was cool against my skin as I slipped it on, tying the waist just tight enough to hug my curves but loose enough that one tug would undo it. I left my hair down—loose waves from the salt air—swiped on a soft pink lip gloss, slipped into the strappy gold heels he’d bought me. When I s
Rae’s POVThe spa was tucked into a quiet corner of the resort grounds, half-hidden behind flowering hibiscus and low stone walls. A discreet sign at the entrance read “Serenity Pavilion” in elegant script, and the moment we stepped inside the scent hit me—lavender, warm cedar—clean and calming, wrapping around us like a soft blanket.Killian had booked the full couples package for the morning: side-by-side massages, facials, hot-stone therapy, and a private sauna at the end. He’d told me about it over coffee on the balcony, voice casual but eyes already dark with anticipation. “No sex,” he’d promised with that slow smirk. “Just pampering. And tension. Lots of tension.”Now we stood in the hushed reception area—bare feet on cool tile, soft instrumental music drifting from hidden speakers. The receptionist smiled warmly, handed us each a plush robe and slippers, and led us down a corridor lined with flickering candles.We were separated for the first treatments—standard protocol, she
Rae’s POVKillian woke me with a kiss on the tip of my nose, then another on my closed eyelid, then one more at the corner of my mouth until I was smiling before I even opened my eyes. The suite was quiet except for the distant roll of waves and the soft click of the ceiling fan overhead. Afternoon light slanted through the curtains in long warm bars across the bed.“Get up, beautiful,” he murmured, voice still husky from sleep. “I’ve got something for you.”I blinked up at him—hair messy, eyes heavy-lidded—and stretched lazily under the sheet. “What time is it?”“Almost three.” He leaned down, kissed the hollow of my throat. “Plenty of time for what I planned.”I sat up slowly, sheet slipping to my waist. “Planned?”He just smiled—that slow, dark, knowing smile that always made my stomach flip—and handed me a white linen sundress from the new pile of clothes we hadn’t even unpacked yet. Thin straps, flowy skirt, soft enough to feel like wearing nothing.“Wear this,” he said. “No b
Rae’s POV The bed felt like a cloud that morning—soft, endless white sheets tangled around my legs, sunlight pouring in thick golden bars through the gauzy curtains. It was late—probably 10:30 or 11—because the light was already high and warm, not the pale pink of dawn. My body still carried last night in the sweetest way: faint soreness between my thighs, a dull throb on my ass from his hand, nipples tender against the loose cotton of Killian’s T-shirt I’d stolen to sleep in. Every small shift reminded me how thoroughly he’d taken me apart and put me back together.I woke slowly, face tucked into the crook of his neck, one leg hooked over his hip, his arm heavy across my waist like he was still anchoring me even in sleep. His breathing was deep and even, chest rising under my cheek. I didn’t move right away—just listened to the ocean outside, steady and low, and felt the rise and fall of his heart under my palm.He stirred first. Arm tightening, pulling me closer until there was







