chapter 30
The first hint of dawn bled through the slatted shutters of the hotel room, casting stripes of pale gold across the tiled floor. Zara stirred, a soft groan escaping her lips as the warmth of the tropical air against her bare skin registered. Memory, thick with the scent of salt and the lingering press of Kai’s lips, flooded back. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the growing light. The sheet beneath her was tangled, the only barrier against the slightly sticky humidity of the Caribbean night. A sense of vulnerability, mixed with the lingering echoes of their passionate reconciliation, washed over her. With a slow, deliberate movement, she sat up, pulling the sheet around her like a makeshift sarong. The air, even in the early morning, was heavy and warm. Her gaze drifted to the vibrant
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