By the time her lover found her, Crista was sun-warmed, sand-dusted, and dangerously relaxed. One look at her stretched out like a goddess and… well, let’s just say the cabana curtains closed real fast.
Laughter, soft gasps, the hush of waves—they had their own little tide rolling in.
And trust me, darling: the ocean wasn’t the only thing making waves that day.
XOXO, Ashleigh
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