She held my eyes for a long moment without blinking. She didn't pause her walk or say a single word. She simply kept moving with that same slow, hypnotic sway of her hips and went to stand at the railing a few meters away, quietly watching the dark horizon. Her long black hair flowed freely down her back, dancing and shifting with the cool sea breeze.
The moment she was far enough not to hear us, the group exploded in quiet but intense whispers.
"Damn… did you see that ass?" Chad asked, still staring hard in her direction, his voice almost reverent.
"Bro, what the hell was that? Did you see how hungry her stare was?" another guy said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"I think she's from the island. I've never seen a woman look like that in my life," one of Chad's friends added, shaking his head in pure disbelief.
