Chapter 5: Waves of Temptation
Chapter 5: Waves of Temptation The train curved along the western coastline, weaving through cliffs and crashing waves. Sarah sat by the window, sunglasses on, golden hair tied up in a loose bun, a silk scarf knotted around her neck. She was glowing — not just from the Galway getaway, but from something deeper. Fulfilled, curious, alive. Next to her, Mr. Salty tapped his fingers on his thigh, occasionally glancing her way and grinning like a man with secrets. And Sarah knew he had plenty — but she had one of her own too. As the train pulled into the sleepy village of Strandmór, a place whispered about for its hot springs, remote beaches, and mysterious charm, Sarah turned to him with a cheeky smile. “I’ve invited someone.” Salty blinked. “Someone?” Before he could ask more, the answer walked right up to their carriage door. Michelle. She was breathtaking. Long, silky brown hair flowed like melted chocolate around her shoulders. Her eyes, deep hazel, carrie...