*Olivia*

For the entire, miserable night, I stewed in my attraction to Giovani. I imagined running into him in the kitchen or by the swimming pool. I’d be all cute in my skimpy bikini, and he’d secretly check me out behind his sunglasses. I’d entice him into the pool, and he’d press himself against me to show that he was just as attracted to me as I was to him.

That didn’t happen, though. In fact, I didn’t see him at all after we’d met in the ...