[Day 8, Dec. 27 – Wintermist Island]
~Octavia~
I woke up to faint rustling noises behind me. For a groggy moment, I thought it was rats, and I groaned, burying myself deeper into the warm duvet.
Blinking against the pale morning light filtering through the curtains, I stretched and yawned, taking in my surroundings. Slowly, memories of last night crept into my foggy mind, and my breath hitched.
Last night... with Dave.
My cheeks burned as a warm flush spread through my body. My core tingled with excitement at the memory of his touch, his lips... everything.
I clenched the duvet around my naked body tightly, the faint scent of him lingering on my skin.
God, he was so... perfect... so hot.
The way he had stopped when he discovered I was still a virgin, how he respected my boundarie
