The group trip to the beach resort was supposed to be a fun weekend with Tyler and a few other friends. But for Ryan, it was pure torture having Mia so close yet untouchable.
Tyler had booked a suite with two bedrooms, he took one, and Ryan was supposed to share the pull-out couch in the living area. Mia had her own small room connected by a thin door. The walls were paper thin.
Late on the second night, after everyone had been drinking at the bar, Tyler passed out hard in his room. Ryan waited twenty minutes, heart pounding, then quietly opened the door to Mia’s room.
She was already waiting, sitting on the edge of the bed in just a tiny tank top and panties. The moment he stepped inside and locked the door behind him, she jumped up and threw herself at him.
“Ryan… I’ve been so f*****
