Chloe at the Hotel

The hotel perched above cerulean waters where sunset painted the sky in amber and rose. Work had kept me tethered to my desk, the terrace door a tempting portal I'd ignored. Salt air drifted through gauze curtains as I returned, skin damp with afternoon heat, yearning for cool water against my shoulders. Through the translucent fabric, her silhouette emerged, curves outlined against the dying light, motionless in reverent communion with the horizon. My breath caught. The soft clearing of my throat broke the spell, and she turned, fingers trailing the curtain aside. Her smile bloomed warm as evening light. "I was waiting for you."

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