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“Why would that be good or bad?” I asked.
“Less to eat,” he said and stopped nearby to pick up wood.
It was the first time since I’d awoken that I felt a pang of panic. He seemed too calm. I’d soaked that in. Now I had to wonder if we’d ever leave this place. I held back tears, knowing that wanting to go on vacation—or, rather, an adventure—once in my life might have cost me everything.
We didn’t do a lot of talking, just gathering and surveying our situation. When night fell, so did the temperature. I crawled into our tiny shelter with the raft cushioning the ground. Agan crawled in behind me. The tent wasn’t big enough for us to not be pressed together, even if we hadn’t needed each other’s warmth. Agan shook out the foil-looking bundle I’d spied from the bag.
“It will keep us warm,” he said.
I couldn’t imagine how. It wasn’t that thick, and the material didn’t hint at warmth. “How is that possible?” It felt almost like he was wrapping us in aluminum foil, except it didn’t tear.
“It reflects body heat and holds heat in,” he said, adjusting us so my back was pressed firmly against his chest.
I bent my knees and tucked my feet against his legs so they would be underneath the blanket. He didn’t complain, which only endeared me more to him.
“How do you know your dad will find us?” It was a question I’d been contemplating all day.
“I’m his heir,” he said.
That wasn’t exactly the answer I was looking for, but I thought about Zoe. If things were reversed, and it was Zoe missing and not me, there wouldn’t be a thing on this earth I wouldn’t do to find her. And technically, she wasmyheir, though I had nothing to pass onto her.
When I felt him grow hard against my bottom, I pushed back to let him know I wanted him. I needed the distraction. His hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts, reminding me I didn’t have any other barrier beneath. It was as easy as lifting my hips so he could push down my shorts. He did the same, before lifting one leg and pushing forward. Then he was inside me with exquisite pleasure.
There was nothing fast in our lovemaking. His hand strummed my clit as his cock stroked my inner walls. He kissed my neck while using his other fingers to circle my nipple. I was very vocal and didn’t feel the need to be quiet. No one could hear us.
Sated, we drifted off to sleep with the uncertainty of what the next day would bring.
ELEVEN
Daytwo we woke to find my help sign destroyed by the tide. After a morning protein bar and half a bottle of water, we went to work fixing it. As our shelter hadn’t been affected, we shifted the “HELP” higher on the sandy dune.
Then Agan found a tree limb that resembled a spear, and I watched as he tried spearfishing. It was honestly comical, but I cheered him on as he stood in calf-deep water trying his best to get us a fish. As funny as it was to watch, I knew our very survival could depend on his success. So I got up and found a piece of driftwood that could work for me and joined him in the hunt for food.
My arms felt like Jell-O when we were done without success. We both lay on the beach, catching a tan as our only reward. By night my stomach was rumbling and, without fanfare, Agan split one bar in half. In silent agreement, I took my half without a word.
We had yet to see a boat or hear a plane above us. Wherever we were, there was nothing for as far as our eyes could see. Except there was. I pointed to the sky. “Is that what I think it is?” I couldn’t be sure if I was seeing things.
There in the distance, a stream of light had streaked across the darkened sky.
“I saw it too,” he said. “Did you make a wish?”
I had almost everything I wanted in the man that held me, but I’d wished most to get us home, so I nodded in reply to his question.
In the splendor of a shooting star, neither of us said it but doubt about our rescue was creeping into my mind. That didn’t stop us from coming together that night in more ways than one.
As our bodies cooled from the sweat of our lovemaking, I asked a question I’d been thinking about. “Why do you think your parents aren’t together? And you don’t have to answer if you don’t want.”
“No, it’s fine. I asked my dad the very same question.” He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “He told me a story about how he’d gone on a lads’ holiday in Scotland, where he met my mother. They hit it off and spent a lot of time together. Then he left and, in his words, did his duty and married the woman he’d been betrothed to.”
That sounded medieval, but I had a different question I wanted to ask. “Did he know about you?”
Agan nodded. “Mom told him. But Dad said he’d made a promise he had to keep.”
“Wow. He married for duty and not love.”
“It was important to my grandfather for my dad to marry the right woman.”
We were silent after that.
