Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Those are microscopes.”
“Right,” I say as I squeeze my eyes shut. “Telescopes are for doctors to listen to your heart. That’s what I meant. Everyone knows that.”
“Those are stethoscopes,” he says with a sly smile.
I laugh as I shake my head in disbelief. My game is non-existent. I must have left it on the cruise ship.
“Never mind me,” I say with a chuckle. “I’ve been talking to plants for the past nine months.”
“Understandable,” he says, watching me with a twinkle in his eye.
“They think I’m a genius, by the way.”
We come up to the lagoon and I look at his face as he sees it for the first time. It’s truly stunning. The water is pure turquoise and the lush green jungle around it is breathtaking. There are rocks to dive off of and no matter where you are, you can see straight down to the bottom. Two streams run into it from the side of the mountain, keeping it fresh and cool. I love it here. It almost makes this dreaded island worth it.
“Wow,” he whispers as he looks around. He surveys the area slowly before his eyes settle on me. “The beauty on this island is unparalleled. Everything is so gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” I say before I realize he’s not talking about me. “I mean, it is. Yes. Very pretty.”
God, you’re such a dolt.
I roll my eyes as he steps up to the water.
My eyes slide over to his hard carved arms as he raises the spear, aiming for something swimming underneath.
“You’re not going to be able to catch anything,” I say as I sit on a rock and watch him. “Those things are so fast. Once, I tried to throw a rock at one and—“
He launches the spear down and immediately pulls it back out. A big fish is wiggling at the end of it.
“You caught one!”
He looks at me over his shoulder with a smile.
“But how are we going to cook it?” I ask as my spirits sink. “Do you have a lighter?”
“No,” he says as the fish stops moving. “But I bet we can figure something out.”
We.
I guess it’s we from now on.
Might not be so bad.
In fact, this might even be a good thing.
If, I don’t find him creeping around in the bushes.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ethan
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“You got it!” Wendy hollers in joy when the spark catches and the coconut hair lights on fire. She starts jumping around in that bikini top and it takes everything I have not to stare in awe. Instead, I gently blow on the flame to get it bigger. It starts to catch as I carefully add some wood chips and twigs. I then cradle the growing fire with my palms.
She comes back over and stares at the budding white smoke over my shoulder. I can smell her and she smells divine. She smells like the sun, sea, and earth all rolled into one.
“I can’t believe you made fire by rubbing sticks together,” she says as she breaks a small branch and tosses it in. “I tried that but it never worked.”
“How long did you try for?”
She flicks her brown hair back and my heart clenches. “Not long enough I guess.”
The fire is growing stronger, so I’m able to slip my eyes off it to watch her as she sits across from me. Every time I look at her, my skin prickles with heat. She’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Pure beauty rolled into one irresistible package.
Her brown hair is all wavy and wild. I love the way it’s always moving with the breeze like it’s got a life of its own. It reminds me of Medusa with the thick curls swaying around, mesmerizing me, stunning me, squeezing my insides like stone.
Peeking out behind those untamed curls are two big bright green eyes that grip my soul whenever they’re on me. I get lost in them. When we’re looking at each other it feels like I’ll never be able to look away. And then she ultimately breaks eye contact and I’m left with a feeling like something is missing. An empty feeling inside that only she can fulfill.
Her lush tanned skin and pure full lips get me going in another way. I can feel the strong yearning, the intense desire, the uncontrollable lust taking over me. She’s wearing a black bikini with a short grass skirt that she made around her waist. Long toned legs keep grabbing my eye. Arms, back, stomach—they keep stealing my attention. But it’s her cleavage that’s killing me. I’m trying hard not to be a creep, but there’s only so much a man can take with that gorgeous view on display in front of me. Her curves are to die for. They’re certainly worth getting stuck on a desert island for.
“I can’t believe you’ve been here for five minutes and already caught a fish, found yams, and made a fire,” she says, shaking her head while staring at me with those big green eyes. “Where have you been all my life?”