Scott and Emma stepped out of the hot tub and were now on their way back to their room.
But that wasn't what turned heads.
Every guest lingering in the hallway had already frozen mid-step, whispering behind cupped hands, sneaking glances. The real spectacle was how Emma had Scott pinned in a lip-lock while they walked, her mouth greedily tugging on his lower lip like she wanted to keep him leashed.
Everyone in the hallway had stopped in their tracks.
Some whispered to each other behind their hands.
Others snuck curious looks.
What really caught their attention wasn't just Scott and Emma walking by in bathrobes—it was the way Emma had Scott trapped in a kiss. Her lips were locked onto his as she greedily tugged at his lower lip like she wanted to keep him on a leash.
Scott chuckled awkwardly mid-kiss as he stylishly tried to pull away.
"Em… maybe—uh—you know, people are staring—"
"Mmm… ❤️"
