Summer had disappeared in a flash. I stared out an open window at the ocean as I marveled at how quickly the time had passed. I’d anticipated my end-of-season getaway would be boring because I was traveling alone. But my last few days at the shore held a hunky surprise!

Although my vacation had gotten off to a lazy start, I’d enjoyed myself. I’d walked along the beach, swam in the sea, relaxed on the sand and felt my skin brown — despite copious amounts of sunscreen. I’d sipped good wine, read trashy books and binge-watched countless serial killer documentaries.

But too many days had passed without me getting laid. Then one afternoon, I found myself fixated on the guy who lived a few doors down. As I gazed outside, I observed him carefully steering his bicycle around slow-moving... Leer Más