[Day 8, Dec. 27 – Wintermist Island]
~Dave Carter~
I leaned back on the plush couch in my villa, my thoughts consumed by Octavia. Last night played on a loop in my mind—the way her shy, nervous gaze met mine, how her lips trembled against mine with hesitation, and the vulnerability she showed me.
I hadn’t expected her to be a virgin, and the realization shook something deep inside me. It wasn’t just about the moment itself—it was the depth of trust she’d placed in me.
My chest tightened as I recalled the way she responded to my touch, her soft, breathy moans sending jolts of heat through me. Her body had quivered under my hands, so responsive, so honest in her reactions.
My fingertips tingled with the memory of her softness, the warmth of her skin. I had wanted to lose myself in her,
