"I can't believe I’m letting a stranger draw on me."

This was a completely new experience for me—especially since, just yesterday, he'd overheard my moans.

Thinking about it made my breathing quicken, and without realizing it, I arched my back, tightening the muscles in my thighs and glutes.

Michael, his arm tanned from the sun, carefully held the henna applicator. He leaned in, focusing intently on my lower abdomen. I could feel the warmth of his breath as he concentrated on creating the intricate design.

For a moment, I could almost hear the sounds from last night—the ones coming from next door. A dormant spark inside of me began to flicker again, making my heart race.

I wasn’t sure what I was feeling anymore—was it heat? A tickling sensation? Or was it that electric jolt, running from my toes to the top of my head?

For a split second, I even imagined him doing something a little... improper.

Almost as if he could hear my thoughts, Michael Anderson's hand, which had been resting on my stomach, shifted.

"No!" I quickly pressed my legs together, trying to shield myself, but my legs were weak and trembling—they couldn’t stop him.

"Oh no..." A shiver ran through my whole body, and I couldn't think about anything else.

How could he be so good at this?

I instinctively grabbed his arm, scared of the pleasure his touch was bringing me. But as my fingers brushed against his solid muscles, I hesitated. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to pull him away.

"It's beautiful..."

Katie's voice suddenly snapped me back to reality. "Whoa, that looks amazing!" I hadn't even noticed her plopping down beside me, totally absorbed in checking out the butterfly Michael had created on my belly. Glancing up, I spotted my husband in the distance, wrestling with the surfboards.

Turns out, Katie Parker's swimsuit strap had snapped while she was surfing.

"Ugh, this was my favorite swimsuit."

What surprised me was that Michael didn’t seem to care that his girlfriend’s top had slipped down. Instead, he was more interested in figuring out how to fix the broken strap.

"You didn’t get enough of a look earlier?" Katie teased, noticing my husband stealing glances at her. She laughed, covering her chest with her hand.

My husband turned away, embarrassed.