Talia had been watching them for two days.
They always sat at the same table during breakfast — Rae, with her bare shoulders and calm smile, and Lucas, who looked like he could see through people. They didn’t talk much. But when they looked at each other, it said everything.
Ben had noticed too.
By the third evening, the four of them ended up at the same wine tasting. Shared laughter opened the door. Curiosity did the rest.
They all ended up back at Talia and Ben’s private terrace — two bottles in, shoes off, legs tucked beneath them on low cushions as the sea whispered below.
“You two are… magnetic,” Rae said, swirling her glass.
Ben smirked. “Funny. We were thinking the same about you.”
There was a pause. The air changed.
Lucas spoke next — slow, deliberate. “Have you ever… tried something outside the usual?”
Talia raised a brow. “Like what?”
Rae leaned closer. “Like letting someone else touch what’s yours. While you watch.”
Ben looked at Talia, and her breath caught — not out of fear, but from the heat rising in her chest.
“We’ve talked about it,” Talia admitted.
Lucas set his glass down. “Then maybe… we stop talking.”
No one rushed. Rae reached for Talia first — brushing her fingers along her thigh, so light it barely counted as a touch. Talia didn’t pull away. She leaned in. Their lips met — soft, exploring, breath mingling like they’d done it before.
Ben kissed Rae next — slower, firmer — while Lucas stepped behind Talia, sliding his hands around her waist, lips brushing her ear as she trembled slightly beneath the attention.
No clothes came off. Not yet. But bodies shifted closer.
Hands slid under fabric. Mouths found skin. Talia gasped softly as Lucas’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her dress, teasing her while Rae kissed down her throat.
And across from her, Ben was watching — one hand curled in Rae’s hair, the other pressed to her lower back, guiding her slowly.
It didn’t go further that night.
But it didn’t need to.
Later, breathless and flushed, they all sat in silence, wrapped in blankets, the sea wind cooling hot skin.
Lucas broke the quiet. “We leave in two days.”
Talia turned her head. “Then tomorrow night,” she whispered, “we don’t stop
