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Her head whips up. “Nate!” she breathes. “Where did you get this?”
“I bought it before my freshman year of college,” I say sheepishly. “I carried that ring with me everywhere for the last eight years, Pip. Anytime I needed a reminder of why I needed to stay here, I would pull it out and look at it. I would imagine it on your ring finger as we danced at our wedding reception. I would picture holding your hand, twirling it with my thumb as our kids ran ahead of us on the beach. It kept me going. When we lost our luggage, I thought I’d lost it forever…”
“Then it washed up on shore,” she finishes. Her eyes sparkle with tears as she fits it on her ring finger. “Returning another promise to me.”
“Fate,” I whisper.
She holds her hand out in front of her, the diamond catching in the setting sunlight. “It’s beautiful, Nate. Thank you so much.” She walks over to me, planting herself in my lap and capturing my lips with her own.
I bite at her bottom lip before pulling back. “We should eat before it gets cold.”
She shakes her head, a flirty glow in her eyes. “Later. Right now, I have a taste for something else.”
CHAPTER 48
ELLIE (11 MONTHS ON THE ISLAND)
The first rays of dawn seep through the tiny cracks of our front door, stirring me awake. The birds are singing loudly outside the confines of our stone walls. A toucan recently took up residence in a tree nearby, and her loud croaks have been calling larger predators to the area. She recently laid eggs, but as soon as they hatch, she’ll be evicted.
Nate wants to cook her eggs, but I reminded him wedon’teat baby animals. One look at my face, and he never suggested it again.
Eggsdosound amazing, though.
I sit up in bed and look over at Nate, smiling at his peaceful face. His sun-kissed skin and messy brown hair look even sexier as he sleeps next to me. His hair is down to his shoulders now, and he wears it tied up on top of his head most days. He uses the razors that washed ashore to remove his facial hair, but he no longer bothers with his head. I never thought I would be into long hair on a man, but my husband really pulls it off.
Husband.
We said vows last month, not wanting to wait any longer topromise ourselves to each other. The reality is we don’t know if we will ever get off this island. We wanted to have a ceremony and tie our lives together under the stars. If we ever make it home, we will marry properly, but this is enough for us.
If we make it home.That thought used to terrify me. Now? I don’t care if we do. I love our life here. It’s simple, quiet…and perfect. It fits us. The only thing either of us have ever wanted is each other. We get to have that here.
It’s been eleven months since our plane crashed into the ocean, forcing us to swim to this desolate island. A once distressing place that has since become home. The dangers diminished as we made our mark in the jungle. We live peacefully among the wildlife, carving out our own little ecosystem.
I’m happy here.
Weare happy here.
Probably the happiest we’ve ever been.
We forged a life here, finding happiness in our surroundings, peace with our future, and serenity we couldn’t get anywhere else. We discovered each other as partners again, creating a deeper, impenetrable bond.
The adult versions of us still grew together, despite being apart for so many years.
“You’re staring…again,” Nate mumbles against his arm. His eyes are still closed, but his smile stretches across his face.
“Shh. Go back to bed. Let me look at my husband.”
Nate rolls over onto his back, grabbing my waist and taking me with him until I’m straddling his hips.
“NO sir. I need to go check the traps and wash our clothes.” I giggle as he guides my hips so that I am rubbing against his hard cock.
He flips me over, pinning me underneath him. “Not until I’ve had breakfast.”
I squirm as he slides down my body, leaving hot kisses alonghis path. He reaches the top of my panties and bites the band, pulling it back before he releases it with a snap. The sting goes straight to my groin, and I release a low moan. He kisses down to my covered mound, reaching the spot I need him the most. He presses his tongue against my clit through the silk material of my panties. I grab the back of his head, adding more pressure while holding him in place. I don’t even notice when I begin to lift my hips, grinding against his face. I can feel his smile through my underwear before he sucks my covered bud into his mouth.
“Ah, ah…oh, God.” I pant. He works me expertly as my pleasure gets higher and higher. He hasn’t even touched my bare skin yet, and I feel like I’m burning alive.
He pulls back, lifting his head up and wiping his mouth before rolling over.
