Jet lag kicks in

After a warm shower, the pair dry up and sit on the bed.

"Rain check on yoga?" Max asks, seeing Mea yawn. She replies with a soft nod before putting her arms around Max, laying back as they fall asleep.

Mea wakes up early the next morning to find Max still sleeping. She slips out of bed, wearing a just a nightgown and walks to the balcony of the cabana, overlooking the ocean. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a golden glow over the water. She takes a deep breath, feeling the cool morning air on her skin. She notices a group of people gathering on the beach below, laughing and chatting. Among them, she spots a tall, muscular man with dark hair and a confident smile. He catches her eye and gives her a subtle nod. Mea feels a flutter in her stomach and quickly looks away, her cheeks flushing. Her eyes scan the rest of the resort from her view.

"Good morning," a deep voice calls out from the balcony next door. Mea turns to see the man she noticed earlier leaning against the railing, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"I'm Brett," he says with a charming grin. "You must be new here. Saw you checking out my crew. And I see you've got the green on" pointing at her bracelet. "Brave!" He chuckles. "You look stunning!"

Mea's heart races as she meets Brett's gaze. "I'm Mea," she replies, trying to keep her voice steady. "And yes, we just arrived yesterday." She glances back at the sleeping Max, feeling a mix of guilt and excitement. "It's... overwhelming," she admits, gesturing to the resort.

He chuckles low in his throat, his eyes roaming over her curves appreciatively. "First time at a place like this? Trust me, that bracelet means you'll get used to it quick." He leans closer, the scent of salt and musk drifting toward her. "Maybe I could show you around later?"