Still at the RV park raising hell!

You notice the cleavage first — deep, deliberate, impossible to ignore against the backdrop of a dusty RV park where the rules clearly don't apply.

You feel the heat radiating off the scene, something untamed about the way desire operates in wide-open spaces with no neighbors close enough to care.

You want to stay exactly where you are, eyes fixed, pulse climbing, because whatever kind of hell is being raised here, you're already in it.