He didn’t hesitate. He took her outstretched hand, his fingers lacing with hers, and let her pull him from the tangled mess of his bed. They were a slick, sweaty, sticky pair, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their orgasms. The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and coconut sunscreen and sin.

She led him out of the bedroom, not bothering to look back. She could feel him behind her, his presence a hot, heavy weight, his footsteps silent on the hardwood ...