It's odd. Tracey had already been swimming with Keira, Sandro, MJ, and Connor at the sea, and they also moved to the pool for better lights and drinks. She was also tired and Ian was always not around. She might have guessed that he chose to be with his first love after all. Now, at the moment, Ian came to the cabin and she was about to sleep. Instead of sleeping beside her, he dressed up, patted her head, and left without saying anything.
She slumped back to bed and scrolled on her phone. She smiled at the stolen photos of Ian and she will keep them by herself. She won't even share a single muscle picture of him. Although she always saw it every day, Tracey still wanted to devour him. Somehow, her body heated up by just thinking of Ian and she's indeed a slut for that.
