The private resort was nothing short of paradise, a world where reality didn’t exist, and Kate Andrews had never felt more at peace.
From the moment she and Thomas Winters had woken up, wrapped in the luxury of the king-sized bed draped in expensive silk sheets, the world outside had ceased to matter.
Kate stretched lazily as she turned onto her side, her bare skin brushing against Thomas’s.
The morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the entire suite in a golden glow.
The sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed in the distance, a gentle reminder that they were tucked away in a haven built for the most elite.
Thomas was still half-asleep, one arm draped over her waist, his breathing steady and deep.
Kate smirked, leaning in slightly, her lips
