She ran her hands over the smooth, white duvet. She could have stayed there, sunk into that feather top mattress all day, but she had to resist the temptation. Today was a beach day, and she didn’t want to miss one moment of it. After all, she didn’t get the luxury of many beach days in late December. She pulled herself out of bed. She almost went out into the suite wearing only the cami and shorty shorts she’d slept in before remembering Rain was out there. Slipping on a big, fluffy white robe she’d found in the closet, she opened the curtained French doors that led into the living area. She took a few steps forward and saw that the couch was empty. Then she saw Rain on the floor in front of it doing push-ups. She watched his back muscles ripple appreciatively for a moment. It’d been so long since she’d seen a half-naked man in real life. It’d been even longer since she’d seen one with a back like that. He looked like the guy from the Nordic Flex commercials, only with a slimmer build.
