[Day 7, Dec. 26 – Wintermist Island]
~Octavia~
Lewis’s lips were soft, his touch light but electrifying as he cupped my cheek. His kiss deepened, igniting a warmth that spread through me, but my mind wasn’t here.
Not fully.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t good—he was incredible. The way his hands moved to my waist, the way he tilted his head just right, all screamed confidence and experience.
But despite his sweetness, despite his genuine interest, this moment wasn’t about him.
It was about Dave, and I hate that I’m about to use him to get back at him.
I leaned into him, letting the kiss linger before pulling back, my lips tingling and my breath uneven. His eyes searched mine, the gold flecks in his golden irises catching the soft glow of the nearby fairy lights.
“Are you okay?” he asked
