The door swung open without warning.
"Hey, bitch," Luciano called lazily as he leaned against the frame, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "We're going for a night swim. Tell me you at least brought a swimsuit."
Hazel blinked.
Then her face fell.
"Oh no…"
Luciano stared at her for a second before dragging a hand down his face dramatically.
"You've got to be kidding me." He pushed himself upright, staring at her like she had personally offended his intelligence. "You and your girl came all the way to the Maldives… without swimsuits?"
Hazel burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.
"Okay, okay—spare me the attack. I forgot."
Luciano rolled his eyes so hard it was almost theatrical.
"Unbelievable."
He stretched his arms over his head before casually peeking deeper into the room, his sharp eyes scanning the interior.
"Well, go outside. I think I saw a boutique or something on the way in." Then his gaze narrowed slightly. "And make sure she gets something hot."
