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The sound of the waves crashing against the shore woke me from my post-sex nap. Grace was asleep in my arms, and both of us were still completely naked. I looked at my watch and realized that our dinner would be here any minute. I gently nudged Grace to wake her, and she looked up at me with a smile.
“Let’s go get cleaned up,” I suggested.
She nodded and started to look for her bikini. Once it was on, and I was sufficiently dressed, we left the cabana hand in hand, and started walking towards the showers.
The showers were enclosed on only two sides, giving a beautiful view of the beach as we stepped inside. I turned on the warm water and, despite my better judgement, I wrapped my hands around her and pulled her into me. It only took a moment before her lips were on mine, and her back was pressed up against the wall of the shower. The water falling over us heightened my sensitivity, and every minuscule movement she made was only making my desire more intense.
She wrapped a leg around my hips, and the sudden feeling of her warmth against my hardening cock reminded me that we were, indeed, in full view of the public. I pulled away from her, and took a step back.
She glanced from side to side, clearly understanding what I was doing. Her cheeks were slightly pink, and she had a sheepish grin on her face. She turned around and rinsed out her hair, then stepped out of the shower to allow me room to clean off.
As we walked back to the cabana, I noticed several groups of people with their eyes on us. I figured it was because we had just been humping each other in the public shower, but I was only partially right.
Grace relaxed onto her chair and picked up her phone. A moment later, her face dropped. She scrolled through her phone, completely silent as I watched her.
“Grace…is everything okay?”
She slowly shook her head, but didn’t look up at me. She continued scrolling for a moment, her face getting more and more upset by the second.
“Can you tell me what’s going on?”
“There’s…a picture.”
“A picture? What are you talking about?”
She turned her phone to show me what she was looking at, and my jaw nearly fell to the floor. There was a picture of us, taken just moments ago, in the shower with our hands all over each other and Grace’s leg around my hips.
“Where did you find this?”
“It’s all over Instagram. Everyone is saying they finally found your mystery woman.”
“Who posted it?”
“I don’t know, but whoever it was must be right out there.”
I stood from my chair, the heat rising inside of me. I knew we hadn’t exactly been discreet, but it was a complete invasion of privacy for someone to take and post a picture of us like that.
I had had plenty of unsavory photos snapped of me without my consent through the years, but nothing that had ever been such a violation like this.
“Where are you going?”
“To find the asshole who posted the picture.”
“Dylan, stop.”
I turned to look at her, my teeth gritted. The longer I waited, the more fired up I was getting.
“What?” I snapped.
“What do you think you’re going to do when you find this person?”
“I don’t know!” I said, running a hand through my hair. “Kill them, hit them, throw them into the ocean.”
“And you think that will help the situation?”
“Well, what doyouwant me to do, Grace?”
“I want you to sit down.”
