Twisted Temptation
Emma woke to sunlight pouring through the flimsy hotel curtains. Her skin was tight with dried salt, her thighs sore, and there was still sand stuck to her knees. She groaned, rolling over in the unfamiliar bed, only to find the space beside her empty.
For a second, relief fluttered through her chest. No awkward goodbyes. No lingering strangers. Just a one-night mistake she could tuck away as vacation lore.
Then the door clicked, and Liam walked back in—shirtless, barefoot, holding two steaming cups of coffee.