The music on the beach was loud, but not loud enough to drown the tension between them.
Lena stood barefoot in the sand, her black dress moving with the ocean wind. Ryan watched her from across the fire while Mason sat beside her, fingers brushing slowly against her hand.
“She’s trouble,” Ryan muttered.
Mason smirked. “That’s exactly why you can’t stop staring.”
Lena heard both of them. She stepped closer, eyes shining under the moonlight. “Maybe I like being trouble.”
The heat between the three of them grew dangerous. Ryan moved first, pulling her gently toward him. Their lips crashed together in a fierce kiss that tasted like salt, smoke, and temptation. Lena melted into him, breath catching as his hands slid around her waist.
But when the kiss ended, Mason tilted her chin back toward him. “My turn.”
Lena laughed softly before kissing him too, slower this time, teasing and intense enough to make Ryan jealous instantly.
The fire crackled beside them while waves crashed against the shore.
For one reckless summer night, none of them cared about rules, consequences, or who would get hurt when the sun finally came up.