The listing forgot to mention her.

He booked the house for a quiet weekend away — a place with a pool, a king bed, nobody around. But when he pulls up, the owner is already standing in the doorway, blonde hair catching the sun, smiling like she was expecting him. Her trip got canceled, she explains, sweet as anything. She's staying too. One house, one bed, and the listing forgot to mention it.

Amber owns the house, and she owns the weekend. She has the keys to every door, the gate code, the check-in — and she's always checking in on him. The pool is hers, the bedroom is hers, the robe she wears is barely tied. The door locks behind them, casual as anything, just so nobody wanders in. She's not going anywhere. And neither is he.

Intros:

1. The Arrival

2. The Pool