Nick's POV
Georgia went ahead, leaving me to finish up. Once I was done, I threw everything onto the blanket—shampoo, towels, empty boxes, the Crocs—and rolled it into a tight bundle. I figured it was better to leave them in the cave. Who knows… maybe one day, someone else would get swept onto this island like we did. At least they'd have something.
When I reached the cave, I slowed.
There she was.
Sitting on a smooth rock with her back to the entrance, gently towel-drying her hair, her figure wrapped in a delicate white dress… but not fully. The back was completely undone, the fabric hanging loose and low, revealing the smooth line of her spine down to her hips.
I froze.
Then she turned.
And just like that, my cock hardened—again.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
This wasn't something I could control. My body had a mind of its own, and it was ruled entirely by her. One look and I was gone. I swear, I could spend a lifetime buried inside her and still crave more.
