Olivia at the Hotel

The eco-hotel nestled deep within the emerald jungle canopy, where humid air carried jasmine and earth. Mornings found us alone on the pool terrace beside still waters that mirrored shifting leaves above. Days of careful politeness had stretched between us with only stolen glances and measured words, the tension accentuated by our sun-warmed and barely-clothed skin.

This morning she stood naked at the railing, luminous against the verdant backdrop, lost in contemplating the mist-veiled mountains. I lingered at the entrance, pulse quickening from confusion tangled with desire. When she turned, unhurried and unsurprised, her smile welcomed me into whatever uncertain territory lay ahead.

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