Sophia’s POV
The bedroom welcomed us like an old friend. Golden hour spilled through the open balcony doors, painting the white walls in warm hues of peach and rose. The large bed stood invitingly in the center, its crisp linens turned down as if the island itself had prepared this moment for us. A light breeze carried the faint scent of sea salt and blooming jasmine from outside, mingling with the clean freshness still clinging to our skin from the shower.
Colton released my hand only long enough to let his towel slip to the floor. I did the same, the soft fabric pooling at my feet.
There was no rush in the way we looked at each other now, bare, vulnerable, yet completely at ease. His gaze moved over me with quiet adoration, tracing every curve and line as though he were seeing me for
