[Day 7, Dec. 26 – Wintermist Island]
~Octavia~
“Dave!” I gasped, my eyes widening in utter shock.
He reeked of champagne, his scent a heady mix of alcohol and the sharpness of his cologne. His blue eyes were wild, burning with an intensity that sent a shiver racing through me.
“What the hell was that about?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Before I could respond, he pressed me against the wall, his body flush against mine, his breath hot and heavy as it fanned over my skin.
My pulse hammered, a mixture of fear, frustration, and something else I didn’t want to admit.
“What the hell is what?” I shot back, trying to ignore the way his hand slid to my waist, his grip firm and possessive.
“I see how you flirt with him,” he spat, his voice slurring slightly, “prance around with
