10:45 AM – Beach House Patio
Ziannah sat cross-legged on a woven daybed, sketchpad in hand, the sea breeze teasing the edges of her robe. Peter leaned in the doorway, shirtless in gray joggers, watching her with a grin.
"You're drawing me again," he said.
She smirked without looking up. "You're always posing like a Renaissance fuckboy. Can't help it."
"I inspire you?"
"You distract me," she murmured, pencil gliding across the page.
He walked over, knelt beside her. "I'll stop distracting you if you stop wearing that robe with nothing underneath."
She paused. Glanced at him. Slowly untied the robe and let it slide down.
Peter inhaled. "You're evil."
She pulled him onto the daybed. "Then sin with me."
11:12 AM – Daybed, Balcony
He kissed down her neck, slow and hungry, hands roaming like he was memorizing her skin. She was fire beneath him, every moan an invitation, every breath a dare.
"You're mine now," he whispered, lips trailing her chest.
"I was always yours," she gasped.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid into her, deep and slow. They rocked together in perfect rhythm, the ocean breeze adding cool contrast to their heat.
He held her like she was made of silk, and fucked her like he couldn't live without her.
Every moan was poetry. Every thrust, a promise.
When they came together, it wasn't just climax. It was collapse. It was connection.
They lay there, skin to skin, breath syncing, no need for words.
2:33 PM – Poolside with the Crew
Mikey cannonballed into the pool. Lita screamed in mock outrage. Kyle mixed cocktails while Niana DJ'd from a portable speaker.
Peter walked out shirtless, towel around his neck. Zih followed in his oversized tee and bikini bottoms, wearing post-sex glow like makeup.
"You two fucked again, didn't you?" Lita teased.
Zih blew her a kiss. "Jealous?"
Everyone laughed.
5:00 PM – Hammock Under the Palms
Peter lay in a hammock, Ziannah curled on top of him, legs tangled. The sky was orange with sunset, waves whispering nearby.
"Let's stay like this forever," she mumbled.
He kissed her forehead. "I'll build us a house right here."
"You mean I'll design it, and you'll get distracted halfway building it."
He laughed. "That too."
7:30 PM – Dinner by the Firepit
Candles flickered. Music played low. The crew gathered around a large firepit. Grilled seafood, fruit platters, and chilled wine lined the wooden table.
Peter toasted. "To love, lust, and laughter. And to Ziannah, the baddest woman I've ever met."
Zih raised her glass. "To the slut who finally made me fall in love."
Everyone cheered.
11:11 PM – Master Bedroom, Beach House
Zih wore black lace and confidence. Peter sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to her.
"You're gonna kill me one day," he said.
"You'll die happy," she replied, crawling toward him.
She straddled him, lips brushing his ear. "Tonight, I'm in charge."
He nodded, breath caught. "Yes, ma'am."
She rode him with slow control, hips rolling, eyes locked. His hands clutched her thighs, but she grabbed his wrists and pinned them down.
"No touching unless I say so."
Peter groaned. "You're really trying to ruin me."
"No, baby," she whispered, biting his lip. "I'm claiming you."
And she did. Again. And again.
Until his name was the only thing she could say, and her name was the only thing he remembered.
2:22 AM – Afterglow
They lay tangled in sheets, her fingers drawing circles on his chest.
"What are we doing tomorrow?" he asked.
"Surviving our hangovers. Planning our next escape."
Peter smiled. "You're my favorite adventure."
She kissed him softly. "You're my favorite mistake."
He laughed. "We're fucked up, huh?"
"Perfectly," she whispered.