Kara
“Sun’s up,” Adam said the next morning, standing and brushing sand off his legs. “Let’s find a way off this island.”
Thea yawned, stretching as her breasts bounced slightly. "Building a fire, yelling for help, something’s gotta work.”
I stood, my body sore but buzzing with determination. “Yeah, it has to.”
We gathered the remaining fruits and pulled on what was left of our clothes. We stepped onto the beach, the morning sun blinding and the sand warm under our feet. We hadn't heard any angry growls yet, and hopefully it stayed that way.
Thea squinted at the horizon. “Do you think anyone’s even looking for us? What if they concluded that we're dead?"
“I hope not,” I said, though doubt gnawed at me, especially because I didn't have any solid relationships outside the island. "And
