Olivia

I pulled on my cover--up as we headed back to the house, still feeling the cool dampness of my bikini against my skin.

The afternoon sun filtered through the palm trees, casting dappled shadows across the path.

Alexander walked slightly ahead of me, and I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles moved beneath his shirt, still damp from our swim.

"The chef should have lunch ready by now," Alexander said, glancing back at me. "You ...