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JOSH The Island

The second flight was shorter but bumpier, the small charter plane dipping and swaying as it approached the remote landing strip. I barely noticed, too caught up in the way Vivien's fingers traced circles over my thigh, her nails dragging just enough to make my pulse kick up a notch.

When we landed, the heat hit me like a wave. Humid and thick, the kind that made shirts stick and sweat bead at the back of my neck. Vivien, of course, looked completely unbothered, her dark hair pulled into a loose bun, a flimsy white top hanging off one shoulder, exposing the smooth, sun-kissed skin I'd spent a year avoiding.

A whole fucking year.

The resort staff greeted us as we stepped onto the dock, handing us cool towels and fresh coconuts before collecting our phones. I hesitated, gripping mine for half a second longer than I should have. But I'd agreed to this. No cell service. No distractions. Just Vivien and me.

We followed a small, energetic man through the winding path toward our villa, his voice animated as he rambled about the island's history, the wildlife, the breathtaking sunsets. I should have been listening, should have at least pretended to be interested. 0.00%

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hand was

grazing my lower

squeezed, and I clenched my

wasn't going to survive

private bungalow surrounded by lush greenery and an uninterrupted view of the ocean-the man turned to us with a wide smile. "And this,

a few bills before he

door in his face before he could say

Vivien was leaning against the doorframe, arms

naughty teacher, aren't you?"

bit her lip, tilting her head as she trailed a finger down my chest. "Well... I have been waiting a

sharply.

teasing touches-of me pulling away every single time things got too far. Every time my body wanted

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