Lena woke to sunlight slicing through the open sliding doors, waves rolling steady outside. Her body felt heavy, pleasantly sore—thighs tender from last night’s grip, faint marks blooming on her neck where Diego’s teeth had been. She stretched, sheets sliding off bare skin, and smiled at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles above her.
A knock came at 11:03. Sharp, confident.
She pulled on the same white sundress—no underwear again, the fabric too thin to hide anything—and opened the door.
Rafael stood there, crooked grin in place, cooler at his feet, towels slung over one shoulder. Diego and Mateo flanked him—Diego shirtless already, curls damp like he’d been in the water, Mateo in a loose tank that showed every line of his tattoos.
“Come with us,” Rafael said. Voice smooth, low. “Pri
