He wasn’t just a man. He wasn’t the tatty clothes he wore or the unkempt emotions he hid. He was mine. And I wanted him more than anything.
Galloway was the only one whose hair colour hadn’t noticeably changed. It’d stayed a delicious dark chocolate, demanding my fingers to run through it.He was so handsome. So wild and untamed, becoming sexier the further society slipped away. His beard framed his perfect lips, taunting me to kiss him, and his blue eyes only grew brighter the more he tanned.
His muscles had become even more defined as we all lost body fat, turning to sinew and skeleton. But his hands...they intoxicated me the most. Was it because two of his fingers had been inside me? Or was it because of the visible veins disappearing up ropy forearms?Everything about him turned me on. The daily battle was real.Not to mention, a second period had tormented me the past few days. I’d always been irregular and the fact I had no sanitary products meant those days were the worse. Leaves could only do so much. (Let’s just say, laundry day turned into laundry hour and I stayed alert when I swam, just in case of sharks).
I squeezed the flax, wringing out some of my frustration.G said he’d show me how to make a necklace out of fish bones. Pippa beamed. You want to learn, too?
My heart fluttered. Galloway...sigh. He’d gone out of his way to entertain the children, making me want him almost as much as I wanted sugar and coffee.
No, I want him more than that.I could remain under my bush and hope to God someone found me or I could be proactive and seek help on my own. Besides, there’d been seven of us when we crashed. I needed to know if seven of us survived.
My ballet flats scuffed fallen palm fronds. Thirst attacked me now I was moving in the heat, and I folded to my knees to lap a large puddle where rainwater had gathered on a glossy leaf.You need to store some of it...before it’s too late.
I rolled my eyes at my stupidity.This wasn’t that type of crash. We were in a high-traffic tourist destination. The chances of no one being on this island were slim. The chances of having to wait a few days for help even slimmer.