All Chapters of Moan For Me Moana : Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠♡⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠♡✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠♡⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠♡"What's the tasteless news you have apart from picking your wedding date?" Dylan asked, his voice flat and bored."Dylan," Richard cautioned, his tone sharp.Dylan just rolled his eyes.Rosaline ignored the exchange, too excited to let Dylan's mood dampen hers. "We're having a family bonding trip next week! We leave Friday evening and come back Sunday evening." She clasped her hands together. "We're going to the Maldives!""I knew it was tasteless," Dylan said without missing a beat. "Never expected it to be sour, though."He turned and walked toward the stairs without sparing anyone another glance."Dylan!" Richard called after him, but Dylan was already gone, his footsteps heavy on the stairs until his door slammed shut upstairs.An awkward silence filled the living room.Moana forced a smile, trying to salvage the moment for her mother's sake. "That's a cool idea. Sounds nice."Rosaline's expression softened with relief. "You think so? I know it's sh

✿⁠ ⁠♡♡✿⁠ ⁠♡♡✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠♡⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠♡Dylan stood there in nothing but that towel, water still dripping down his chest, looking like he'd walked straight out of one of her forbidden dreams. His eyes met hers across the room, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smirk.Moana’s thumb hovered over the end call button like it was burning her. “Mom’s calling me for something,” she lied into the phone, voice too high, too rushed. “I’ll text you tomorrow, okay? Bye.”She hung up before Kenzie could respond.The room felt smaller the second the screen went dark.Dylan was still standing there, towel slung dangerously low, droplets sliding down the carved lines of his abdomen like they had all the time in the world. He hasn't left that position, watching her intensely. He looked like sin personified, and he knew it.He obviously knows what he's doing.Moana’s mouth went dry."What the hell was that?" Moana snapped, trying to inject some authority into her voice. "Put some clothes on!"But her

✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠♡✿⁠ ⁠♡♡✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠♡✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠♡The Maldives sun was relentless, turning the white sand into something that shimmered like diamonds. The beach was perfect—turquoise water, palm trees swaying in the breeze, barely any other tourists in sight.Moana adjusted her black bikini top, the scarf tied around her waist doing little to hide the high-cut bottoms underneath. Rosaline looked radiant in her white two-piece, practically glowing next to Richard who couldn't seem to keep his hands off her.Dylan stood a few feet away in black shorts and a half-buttoned white linen shirt that the breeze kept catching. He looked unfairly good, and Moana hated that her body reacted to him without being touched.She hadn't spoken to him all morning.She'd woken up late, thankfully alone in the room, and she had taken her time getting ready. She'd even taken a few photos in her bikini, angled just right, and sent them to Kenzie with a flirty caption.Her little act of rebellion. Her way of proving to herself th

✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠♡⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡♡⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡♡✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠♡Dinner had been torture.Moana had sat there, pushing food around her plate, barely tasting anything. The resort's signature seafood pasta might as well have been cardboard. Every time she looked up, Dylan was watching her with those intense blue eyes that seemed to see straight through every lie she told herself.She could still taste him on her lips. Mint and sin and something that made her core clench every time she replayed the kiss in her mind.Rosaline had noticed her silence."Sweetheart, are you feeling alright?" her mother had asked, reaching across the table to touch Moana's hand with genuine concern. "You've barely eaten anything, and you've been so quiet.""I'm fine, Mom," Moana had forced a smile that felt like it might crack her face. "Just tired. Too much sun today, I think."It wasn't entirely a lie. She was exhausted. But not from the sun—from the emotional whiplash of wanting someone she shouldn't want, of betraying someone who trusted he