Olivia

He took a sip from his mug, leaning against the railing. The robe gaped further, and I forced my eyes to stay on his face.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice still rough with sleep.

"Yes," I lied, hoping he couldn't tell I'd spent half the night acutely aware of his body next to mine.

"Liar," he said, but his tone was amused rather than accusatory. "You tossed and turned for hours."

I felt my cheeks heat. "The ocean is ...