Zayan's Point of ViewFuck. Fuck. Fuck.I snuck a look at her back there. Her ass. The curve of her spine. Fuck. She was perfectly sculpted. Her hair fell so lovingly to her ass. I wanted to groan when I saw it. But then she was turning and staring at me so that I couldn't even breathe. Having her attention so fully on me set fire to my insides.But standing here in this cave with her, all I could think about was how that patch of moss over there could be the perfect bed. How she could hold onto the rock behind it when she sat on my face. And once we were spent. Happy and trembling. We could dive into the pool to clean ourselves. Maybe even end up having another round in the crystal clear waters."This is the kind of place you can only find in story books," I murmured but felt stupid the moment the words left my lips.Story books? Really? What the fuck was I even thinking? I wasn't, that's the fucking problem. I was too lost in thoughts about her. How her skin would taste. How it wo

Kamari's Point of View With my ear pressed so tightly against Zayan's chest, I could hear his heartbeat perfectly. It was a steady thump. A reassurance that I hadn't hallucinated the entire thing. Although my pleasantly sore cunt would also attest to his lasting presence. Zayan was toying with a strand of my hair. Tugged it between two fingers and curled it whenever he felt like it. At times when I moved he would hum in satisfaction and kiss the top of my head. An endearing action that left me warm on the inside. Surprisingly, the cold spray from the waterfall felt somewhat warmer now. The interior of the cave lit up with heat. Maybe it was my imagination. The giddy part of my brain that refused to see anything through normal lenses at the moment. Everything was rose gold. "What are you thinking about?" Zayan grumbled, interrupting my perfect loop of his heartbeat. I squirmed in his arm and propped myself up on an elbow. Black hair was pasted to his forehead. Curls drew up in eve

Kamari's Point of View I was woken up by the sounds of birds singing on the outside. To Zayan's light snoring beside me. The earth was damper than last night. Coated in a sheen of droplets that fell from the roof. Even my red dress was plastered to me. We had gotten dressed after our swim last night. When I carried on shivering, Zayan resorted to folding me in his arms and cradling me close to his chest. It worked. I slept through the entire night with a promise that I would be up before the sun. Before Gaelan woke up and noticed I wasn't home. Which was exactly why my heart was pounding out of my chest now. The sun was up and so were the birds. He would have noticed my absence. Worried about where I was. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I cursed and flung Zayan's arm off of me. His snoring stopped the moment I stood. Eyes opened in a flash. "What's wrong?" His voice was still filled with sleep. Had a husky note to it that sent spirals down to my groin. But I couldn't think about that r

Kamari's Point of View Gaelan left his phone at home. Whilst on patrol, no distractions were tolerated. It was a simple rule to follow. And it made what I wanted to do next especially easy. He had left it on the counter. Discarded it with no second thought. Up until this point, there had been no reason for him to hide it from me. If I ever needed him to transfer me some money, I asked. If there were some pictures he had taken that I wanted, he would send them. We had no secrets. Up until this point. I scooped the phone up before heading up to my room. The lock screen was a photo of us on vacation about three years ago. Right before I outed myself. We both looked happy and content at the swimming pool. Gaelan's smiling face made me feel an ounce of guilt for snooping. When I tried to open it, a prompt came up to enter the pin. I frowned and hurriedly typed in their anniversary date. It was declined. Rachel's birthday. Also wrong. I looked at the photo again. We were so happy unti

Kamari's Point of View Stepping out of my bathroom, I nearly dropped my towel when I noticed him. His arms were rested on his knees. Head hung low whilst he stared at my carpet. The bed was dipped frighteningly low from his weight. It only reminded me again how big he was. How honed to kill his body was. The soft glow of the light from outside cast his entire left side into shadow. It would have been the perfect photo of Zayan, had I not gotten so startled. A perfect balance of light and dark. Although I could see his jaw was tightly clenched. "What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling my throat tighten. Slowly, Zayan lifted his head to look at me. Our eyes locked. I swallowed hard and tightened my grip on my towel. But I swore he could look right through it. See my already hardening nipples beneath. "Your phone was going straight to voicemail," A husky whisper. I frowned at him and walked to my closet but Zayan was already on his feet before I could get there. A hand rested on