Summer was ending. In two days I would leave the resort with my parents and go back to my normal life. Damien and I both knew this was our last night.
He texted me at midnight: Studio. Now. Bring nothing but yourself.
I walked down the dark path barefoot, wearing only a loose sundress. The night air was warm, the lake calm under a sky full of stars. My heart raced with every step.
The studio lights were low and blue. Damien waited in the middle of the floor, shirtless, wearing only black shorts. The moment I stepped inside he locked the door and pulled me into a deep kiss. No rush this time. Slow, hungry, tongues sliding together like we wanted to remember every second.
“We’re dancing tonight,” he whispered against my lips. “All night.”
He started the music — slow, sensual bachata. Th
