Back to the cabana

The cabana door creaks as Mea slips inside, her swollen lips and mussed hair betraying her morning adventure. Sunlight streams through sheer curtains, illuminating Max's sleeping form, his broad chest rising steadily, one arm flung over his eyes. The scent of sex lingers on her skin, mixing with saltwater and rum as she tiptoes to the bathroom. She pauses when the bed shifts, Max's fingers twitch against his erection straining against cotton. *Does he know?* Her pulse thrums as she watches a bead of precum soak through the fabric.

"baby..come to bed" Max says as he opens his eyes, seeing her sweaty and barely wearing a bikini. "Did you head out already?"

Her breath catches in her throat as Max stretches, the morning light highlighting the trail of golden hair leading beneath his waistband. The taste of Brett still lingers on her tongue, she tries to swallow it down along with her guilt as she climbs back into bed. "Just...went for a morning swim," she lies, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest while her thighs press together at the memory of Brett's fingers inside her. The dampness between her legs isn't from pool water.

Max looks at her with a knowing smile, seeing glob of a cloudy substance on her cheek and the slick on her thighs. "You don't have to lie to me baby...what did you get up to?" He asks, her heart stopping mid-beat as Max's thumb swipes the drying cum from her cheek before feeding it to her. Does she like or confess?