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if it never left—as if I didn’t just have hot shower sex with Skyla in one of the most viral fantasies of my life.
    “Let me take you,” I offer.
    She washes over me with her gaze and frowns.
    Between Brielle and me, she probably thinks the entire island is overrun with a bunch of sex-starved villagers, which it’s not. It just so happens that Brielle and I are sort of anomalies—and I know for a fact Skyla can satiate any desire in me for women all by herself, from now until kingdom come.
    Skyla and I walk out front where the cool night air sifts over us, infused with the scent of ripe pines. She doesn’t reach for my hand like I was hoping—in fact, she stands with a three-foot clearance as if she’s terrified to confirm what we both already know. I lead her down the driveway, a little relieved Gage hasn’t hunted us down and scalped my balls by now.
    “So, where we going?” she asks, taking my hand with her soft, cool fingers, and I groan with pleasure from her simple touch.
    I pause and look at her under the halo of a powder-soft moon. I live across the street , I say, gazing into her eyes, begging for her to confirm my theory.
    Can you hear me? She looks uneasy when she asks, as if maybe she’s never had a conversation with anyone this way before, and maybe she hasn’t.
    “Yes,” I say relieved, barely able to contain the laughter trembling from my chest.
    “Oh, God.” Her face bleaches out, and for a minute, I’m afraid she’ll pass out.
    He hears me. He knows my thoughts . She takes her hand back like snatching it out of a fire.
    She leers at me with a sarcastic look in her eye, as if she’s speaking to me telepathically.
    I give a half-smile. She’s so damn cute without even trying.
    “I need to touch you,” I tell her.
    “You’re just like me.” She dips her knees a little when she says it, and blooms with a smile like she’s been waiting for me all her life. 
    That golden hair, that picture perfect face. I can feel the shakes coming on. I’m mesmerized by the effect her beauty has on me.
    “And you’re just like me”—I push in until we’re a breath away—“but prettier.” My lips crash over hers in a heated exchange that sears our lips together. I’ve kissed plenty of girls but never felt as charged as I do with Skyla. This is bigger than just a simple kiss. This is a collision of something powerful, something magnetic—the surge of atoms bonding with isotopes—nothing short of the nuclear detonation of our affection in the making.
    I lead her across the street and grab my keys before helping her into the truck.
    “You really want to go home?” I ask, landing behind the wheel and firing up the engine.
    “Not really.” She pulls at one of her curls before dipping it into her mouth like an invitation. “You wanna just drive?”
    Just drive. The pervert in me tries to figure out what that might be code for back in L.A.
    “Sure,” I say, pulling out of the driveway. “I know just the place to take you.”
    Skyla shifts in her seat as we head onto the road. I glance back over at the sea of bodies floating around Ellis’s house. I was sort of hoping Gage would see us leaving together and put to rest any idea he might have of injecting himself in the situation.
    “I know I’m from L.A. and stuff”—she clears her throat—“so you probably think I’ve been everywhere—done everything.” Her lashes flutter as she blushes in my direction. “But I haven’t, and I don’t plan on it. I’m a…”
    She fumbles a moment, unable to finish her sentence with the word virgin as the endcap. I wince at the thought of inciting her to go there.
    “I’m glad you haven’t been everywhere”—I’m quick to assure her—“or done everything.” I offer a quiet smile that fills in the blanks better than words ever could.
    We head down the main highway for what feels like a good stretch of eternity. It’s nice like this with Skyla. I don’t ever remember feeling so