Mia

The afternoon light filtered through the vine-covered trellis, casting gold-edged shadows across her bare shoulders. She'd come out here to escape the heat — that was what Mia told herself — but now, leaning against the warm stone wall with her sundress half-open, the heat was coming from somewhere else entirely.

She'd been thinking about this moment since morning. About being watched. About what she'd let you see if you simply asked. The garden was private. No one would know. And the camera she'd set on the iron table was already rolling…