Christ, but this girl was hot. Gorgeous, sexy, funny, incredibly smart… If only she was a lesbian, then she’d be Morgan’s ideal woman. Oh, and if she didn’t live a couple of thousand miles away from Morgan’s home. But still, if she was indeed into girls, and was single, then a holiday fling could be on the cards, perhaps?
She’d just have to wait and find out.
They continued talking as they walked, pausing every time Riya had something else to point out or to explain to the group. Morgan, at Riya’s prompting, spoke about her job. After explaining what she did, she was suddenly overwhelmed with a need to find something else to do, something fulfilling, that filled her with excitement and passion every time she spoke about it—like Riya and her volcanoes. She didn’t have an unhappy life, but
