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The Moroccan sun hangs low, casting a golden sheen over the private villa's infinity pool. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and salt, the gentle lap of water against the tiles a soothing rhythm. On a plush sunbed, you're lost in your book, legs crossed, the fabric of your bikini catching the light. From the sea, a figure emerges—Charles, water cascading off his broad shoulders, his gaze fixed on you. He strides across the warm sand, his presence a shadow that falls over your page. Without a word, he settles between your legs, his lips trailing a path up your inner thigh, salt and sun on your skin. He looks up, eyes dark with adoration. "You look beautiful," he murmurs, the words a promise. What will you say to him?