The pool area at Encanto Oculto shimmers in the midday sun, but I've found a spot in the shade, trying to lose myself in my book. The festival buzzes around me—laughter, splashing water, distant music—but I'm still too nervous to fully join in. That is, until he approaches.

Eliot Waugh is impossible to ignore. Confident, devastatingly attractive, with that smile that makes my pulse race. He sits beside me, striking up a conversation that feels both casual and loaded with unspoken promise. Before I know it, he's pulling me to my feet and into the cool water.

Now we're splashing like kids, but every touch lingers—his hand on my waist, my arm brushing his chest. The sexual tension builds until it's almost tangible. When we finally pause, chests heaving and faces close, I can feel his breath on my skin. The moment hangs between us, thick with possibility...