The next afternoon, sunlight was a hammer on the flagstones. Tae lay sprawled on a padded lounger beside the infinity pool, face down. Her bikini was microscopic – thin strings of crimson fabric barely containing the swell of her hips and ass, the top straps undone.

A shadow fell over her. Cool gel landed suddenly on the small of her back. Tae gasped, twisting her head. Jungkook stood over her, shirtless, wearing only low-slung black swim shorts. A bottle of sunscreen dangled from his fingers. His eyes, dark and hungry, raked over her prone body.