Chapter 67: Beachside Temptations

The landing is rough but successful. Wind tosses sand in fierce gusts. We scramble out of the plane, kneeling to avoid flying debris. Once it's safe, Zach and Marta lead us toward a cluster of ramshackle huts near the treeline.

Night falls quickly. The wind's howl steadies into a rhythmic surf pounding in the distance. Exhausted, we secure a vacant hut for the group. Inside, by candlelight, we find battered cots and a rickety table. The ocean's roar seeps through the cracks in the walls.

While Zach and Marta guard the perimeter, Elena and I set up in one corner. A flurry of sand still coats our clothes. Despite the day's chaos, we can't ignore the persistent pull between us. The heavy sound of the surf mirrors my pulse as she unbuttons her shirt, desire simmering in her eyes.