Three margaritas deep and I'm scrolling through old photos—us at the beach, his hand gripping my ass under my bikini like he couldn’t help himself. That tight, possessive squeeze that used to make me wet instantly. Now I’m rubbing my clit through my panties wondering if he still thinks about bending me over that lifeguard tower the way I do. Fuck, I miss being his dirty little secret in public. That rush of almost getting caught, his cock buried in me while strangers walked past just feet away. Was it reckless? Absolutely. But nothing’s ever made me cum harder than his whisper in my ear: ‘Mine.’ Now I’m just another regret on his list… unless I remind him what he’s missing. Maybe I’ll ‘accidentally’ send him this video from Cabo. Would he hate me… or get hard?