THE ABANDONED LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER'S COTTAGE PT 1
The sea air hit Zara the moment she stepped out of her car at the remote coastal trailhead.
Her flowy white top clung to her sun-kissed curves, the thin fabric already damp against her full breasts and the small of her back. Her denim shorts rode high on her toned thighs, the frayed edges brushing her skin with every step.
She was restless. Her husband back home had barely looked up from his laptop for months, emotionally absent and cold in bed. This solo weekend escape was supposed to clear her head. Instead, the heavy salt air only made her feel more hungry for some kind of connection.
She followed the narrow path toward the old lighthouse, camera slung over her shoulder for her travel blog. That was when she saw him.
Declan stood nea
