In the scorching sun, Sarah finally arrived at their hideout, a private beach where no one would disturb them. Breathless and dripping with sweat, she found Sam already there, wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks that hugged his muscular form. Without saying a word, he held out a bottle of cold water, encouraging her to quench her thirst. Their eyes met as she gulped down the refreshing liquid, and soon they were both laughing and splashing in the water, their bodies brushing against each other playfully. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, Sam suggested they build a bonfire on the sand. Without hesitation, Sarah agreed, her heart racing with anticipation of what might happen next beneath the starry night sky.
