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I saw him watching me. Every. Single. Time. Those sunglasses didn’t hide a thing—not the way his eyes followed every sway of my hips or how his tongue peeked out when I bent just right to pick up my towel. So I strutted over, barefoot in the sand, heart pounding louder than the surf. And I asked him—real sweet—if he wanted some company.

Spoiler alert: he got a lot more than he bargained for.

XOXO, Ashleigh

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