The Island, San Juan Islands, Washington State
She told Lazlo what she had said the following day. It was their first official date, and they were hiking up Young Hill on the north end of the island. Tiger had promised Lazlo incredible views, and as they walked, Fizz scampering happily in front of them, sniffing everything he could find, they chatted easily.
Chatted and flirted. Tiger was glad that none of the red-hot attraction had dissipated between them because they had pressed pause on getting intimate. In fact, every time their hands brushed or their shoulders nudged, Tiger felt a rush of pure desire shoot through her entire body. When Lazlo turned to talk to her, his eyes would drop to her mouth as she spoke, his tongue l*****g his bottom lip slowly, mesmerizing her until she forgo
