My name is Sophia, and I came to this tiny island to forget my ex. Twenty-three, freshly single, and tired of crying over a man who never deserved me. I booked a solo trip — one week of white sand, turquoise water, and no one knowing my name. No expectations. Just peace.
But peace didn’t last past my second night.
I walked the beach alone at sunset, barefoot, wearing a thin white sundress that fluttered in the warm breeze. The sky was on fire — oranges, pinks, and deep purples melting into the ocean. The waves rolled gently, kissing the shore. I felt calm for the first time in months.
Then I saw him.
He was walking out of the water with a surfboard under his arm. Water streamed down his tanned, muscular body. Sun-bleached hair stuck to his forehead. Broad shoulders, defined abs, that p
