The days blurred into a pattern of survival, a rhythm dictated by the jungle: waking with the dawn, foraging for food, purifying water, endless attempts at signaling, and nights spent pressed against the pilot’s solid warmth. For Amara, the rigid boundaries of her former life had evaporated, replaced by the raw, unfiltered demands of the wild. And the most insistent demand of all was the growing, undeniable pull she felt towards him.
Her body, now fully recovered from the fever, felt acutely alive, humming with a heightened awareness she’d never experienced. Every brush of his arm, every shared glance, every time his strong hand rested on her, sent a jolt through her. She was a lawyer, a woman of intellect and control, but here, her body was speaking a language far more ancient, one she w
