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“A date?” Morgan says with a quick inhale. “You know it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, right?”

I cock my head to one side.

“I didn’t know, but I don’t mind if it is. Why, do you mind?”

She shakes her head quickly, cheeks flushing.

“No, not at all. But do you mean a date at the hotel? That’s bound to lead to you coming up to my room…”

My manhood hardens at her suggestive words. Somehow, I manage a light chuckle, even though I want nothing more than to lay her soft body on the sand and take her right here, right now.

“Not the hotel,” I say slowly, my voice gruff. “I know a good spot that’s away from the noise of La Mirage.”

“But I’m not supposed to leave the resort,” Morgan points out and plants her hands on her hips. She raises an eyebrow at me.

I grin at her challenge. “My people made those rules, so we get to break them. I’ll meet you at the hotel entrance. We’ll get you off the grounds, just wait and see.”

She giggles.

“Okay, it’s a date then.”

I’m already feeling lighter now that we’ve agreed to see each other at least once more. “Good.”

And if something more comes of it… But I quell the thought, vowing not to use Morgan’s tight body, even if it kills me.

The curvy girl’s expression turns thoughtful. “Brax,” she says my name softly. “What if we end up really liking each other?” she asks, her voice small. “What then?”

I shake my head, refusing to go down that road. “Let’s go on a date, and see what happens first, Morgan. One step at a time.”

She steps closer, folding herself into my body with a familiar ease. “Hmm. Too late, because I already know I like you.”

With that, she gently presses her lips against mine.

“Until tomorrow, Brax,” she whispers. “I’ll see you then.”

I watch her hips sway as she breaks away and walks up the small sandy hill leading to the resort. Her curls blow wildly in the cool evening breeze, and she turns once to wave. I wave back and don’t stop watching her until I see her silhouette outlined against the distant hotel lights. Only then do I turn around and head toward my own part of the island.

What happened?I berate myself as I trek slowly across the beach.Did I even say goodbye?I let the waves hit my legs, centering me even as my mind runs in circles.

“Fuck,” I mutter into the star-lit darkness.

Morgan handled the whole situation with the community council with much more openness than I thought an outsider would. In fact, I’d half-expected her to run away from the sight of my brothers and their cocks.

Instead, she had been curious, a little hesitant, and overall intrigued by my lifestyle.

So why am I pushing against getting to know her, then?

I stop and stare at the sea, wishing that Morgan were still at my side.

“I know, I know,” I say to the vastness before me. “Falling for her is too easy.”

Hell, I’vealreadystarted having feelings toward her.

But letting her go… that’s another story entirely.

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Morgan

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