5:45 AM – Beach House, Master Bedroom
The room was still. The waves had quieted, like the ocean itself was catching its breath. Ziannah lay awake, watching Peter sleep, his chest rising in steady rhythm, lips slightly parted from dreams she wished she could crawl into.
She rolled over, kissed his shoulder, then whispered, "You're the only man who ruins me and makes me feel whole in the same night."
Peter stirred. "Morning already?"
Zih smirked. "It's always morning when you're this damn hot."
He pulled her close, skin to skin, no barriers. She gasped as he slid into her without warning.
"Still wet for me," he whispered.
"Always."
They moved slow, like a lullaby and a firestorm at once. She arched, he groaned. Her hands pulled him deeper, nails scratching down his back.
She moaned into his mouth, and their kiss swallowed the sunrise.
8:00 AM – Breakfast in Robes
They ate mangoes and drank espresso on the deck. Peter wore nothing but a towel. Zih was in his button-up, barely closed. Her legs on his lap. Their laughter echoed with every bite.
"You really gonna tell your dad we're dating?" Peter asked.
"Why not? He already knows you f*ck me like you're trying to keep me from leaving."
Peter choked on his coffee. "Damn, Zih."
She winked. "You love it."
10:00 AM – Private Shower
They stepped into the rain-style glass shower, letting hot water pour over sun-kissed skin.
Zih leaned against the wall. Peter got on his knees.
"I owe you something," he murmured.
She gripped his hair. "Earn your breakfast."
Tongue flicking. Fingers spreading. She cried out his name, thighs trembling.
He rose, flipped her around, and entered her from behind.
The slap of skin. Her palms flat against the tiles. Steam mixing with moans. He pulled her hair as she pushed back harder.
They came together, hard and messy, water washing away nothing but guilt.
1:15 PM – Lounge Beds with the Crew
The rest of the squad lounged under giant umbrellas. No one questioned the lovebirds' absence. Everyone knew.
"Did y'all break the bed yet?" Mikey joked.
Zih sipped her drink. "We broke three."
Laughter.
Peter pulled her close. "Don't challenge her. She likes to win."
4:00 PM – Lazy Cuddles & Real Talks
In a hammock under the shade, they spoke about futures. Places to visit. Things to build. Kids' names. Dream homes.
"You ever think we'll get tired of each other?" Zih asked.
Peter traced circles on her thigh. "No. We'll just find new ways to fall."
9:00 PM – Final Night
They dressed in silk. Wine glasses in hand. Dinner under fairy lights. Everyone a little buzzed, a little emotional.
Zih stood, glass raised. "To this weekend. To friends. To lovers. To the boy who made me believe in more than just orgasms."
Cheers erupted.
Peter kissed her in front of everyone. Not rushed. Not teasing. Just real.
11:45 PM – Final Love
They didn't rush.
They undressed each other slowly. Touching every memory. Every scar. Every inch.
She straddled him. This time was different. Her hips moved with devotion. His hands clutched her like he feared she'd vanish.
They came together. Again. And again. Until they weren't just bodies colliding—but hearts committing.
2:22 AM – Goodbye Stars
Naked on the rooftop, arms around each other, they watched the stars.
"If this is it…" Zih began.
"It's not," Peter said.
She smiled. "I know."
He turned to her. "Marry me one day?"
She kissed him. "I already said yes. The moment I let you in."
The stars didn't answer. But their silence felt like fate.