Stolen Glance

On vacation in the sunny Caribbean, you lay on a chaise that has nestled itself into the sand.  Your eyes are shielded by a pair of dark sunglasses and the brim of your hat is pulled down so low it almost touches the top of your frames.

You are transfixed by the shimmer of the water and you lazily bring your icy cocktail to your lips when you catch eyes with a sun-kissed stranger as they pass by.

You exchange a quick heat-filled smile and continue sipping your drink, conscious of the person at your side.

Who is with you on vacation?  Will you get a chance to slip away?

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