Dos’s Point of View
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her scent—jasmine and saltwater—seeping into my soul, anchoring me. My hands instinctively settled on the curve of her waist as the yacht gently rocked beneath us. Moonlight cast silver reflections across her face, but even under heaven’s light, June Savannah Navarro still outshined everything around her.
Her eyes sparkled when they met mine, and God—I forgot how to breathe.
“You’re staring,” she whispered, biting her lip, her smile both shy and teasing.
“I know,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “But I can’t help it.”
She looked breathtaking tonight—bare shoulders, a flowing dress that fluttered with the wind, her lips rosy and slightly parted. If Aphrodite ever took human form, it had to be her.
“I know I
