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WATER IS WINE JESS

Hi, babe! I'm so happy you're here!" Laura pulledinto a hug so tight | thought my lungs would explode. |

pushed back the tears and swallowed the knot in my throat. | was so happy to see her-even though I'd seen her

a month ago, it felt like an eternity.

She was the only piece | had left of them. It was just us now. We would have to be each other's family because

we'd lost ours. | pulled back and saw the sthoughts reflected in her eyes, but neither of us voiced it.

We never would. But it was there-the scar we both now bore.. Widows. We were widows, and that was that.

"So I've got the cutest little apartment, and there's a new manager at the gallery. | haven't met him yet, but

we're going to dinner tonight. I'm so happy you're here. | was so

nervous, but | feel better now." Laura took a deep breath and pulledto her side again, placing a gentle hand

on my stomach.

"Are we talking about this yet, or not...?" She asked softly. shook my head, biting my bottom lip and blinking

back tears. | wasn't ready. | knew | needed to, but | wasn't ready.

| felt like | was betraying him. Doing things he would miss out on without him. Like he'd show up out of nowhere,

and

everything would suddenly go back to normal. | knew it wouldn't -1 wasn't delusional. | was just... broken, | guess.

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"Laura-" She turned around, wiping away her own sadness, and gavea small smile, holding out her hand.

"We'll do this together. New start, okay? Let's just try..." she whispered, and | knew she needed this as much as |

did. After a coffee and a croissant, we got ready for the dinner. | pulled a navy blue dress over my head, thankful

for the A-line cut that hid the evidence of my... well-anyway.

Laura helpedbraid my hair over one shoulder in a loose, sophisticated style, and in turn, | helped her let her

dirty blonde hair fall in soft curls down her back. She looked stunning-the low, plunging neckline of her satin

black dress with thin straps made her a vision. "See-we can still get dressed up and go out. It's okay to do this,

right?" Laura looked up atin the mirror as if | held the answer, the key. To make it okay to move on with our

lives despite... everything.

The restaurant was a beautiful mix of rustic charm and modern elegance, with flickering candles casting warm

light across the wooden tables and leather chairs. | felt my nerves flutter as we stepped inside, the soft hum of

French conversation and clinking glasses creating Laura and | had barely taken in our surroundings when two

very tall, handsmen approached us, accompanied by an older woman with striking silver-

gray hair, her beauty softened but unmistakable. Their eyes sparkled with that effortlessly elegant look the

French seemed to pull off without trying.

Laura smiled, squeezing my hand. "Jess, I'd like you to meet Catrina and Ivan," she said, gesturing first to the

woman and

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then to one of the men, his light eyes warm as he gavea friendly nod. "And this..." Laura paused slightly,

"...is Marcello."

The third man stepped forward, towering over us, his gaze intense. He was dark-haired, with a strong, square

jaw, and his eyes were dark-like pools of obsidian that seemed to take in every detail. His face was ruggedly

handsome, with just a hint of stubble on his sharp cheekbones. Something in his gaze madeshiver, and |

quickly looked away, feeling a bit too seen.

He extended a hand to me, and | managed a small smile as | shook it, his fingers firm and warm. "Marcello is the

new owner of the gallery," Laura said, her voice cheerful. "We're so lucky to have him on board."

Marcello inclined his head slightly, his gaze never leaving mine. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Jess."

His accent was thick, his words smooth, and somehow it made my nsound different, softer. | tried to smile,

but my mouth. felt dry, or maybe | was nauseous....

We settled into our seats around a large, round table, and while Laura and Catrina started talking about art and

the gallery, | found myself uncomfortably aware of Marcello's gaze. Every so often, I'd look up to find him

watching me, his expression unreadable, like he was st Laura nudgedwith a small smile. "We've been talking

about all the gallery updates. You have to meet sof Marcello's artists-they're extraordinary."

Marcello turned his attention fully to me. "So, Jess," he began, his voice as smooth as silk. "Do you like art?"

| opened my mouth to answer, but no words cout. My mind went blank, and my throat

felt like sandpaper. | coughed, reaching for my water glass and feeling my cheeks heat up under his piercing

gaze. He raised an eyebrow slightly, his lips quirking as he reached towardwith his glass of wine.

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"Perhaps a sip of wine to soothe your throat? In France, wine is water." he offered, his tone easy but his eyes still

intense.

Without thinking, | shook my head. "Oh-um, no, thank you. Pregnant," | blurted out, my face flushing as the

words slipped out before | could stop them. "But thank you..."

Silence fell for a beat, everyone pausing to look atin surprise, and | could feel my cheeks turning scarlet.

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Josh's knife dug into the tree trunk, scratching out another line with a little too much force. "Sixty-fucking-four

days," he growled, his words as sharp as the blade he gripped. "Who knew. paradise could suck so much ass?"

| huffed, stretching out my sore shoulder. "Tellabout it," | muttered, focusing on the makeshift roof. "This

place is one rainstorm away from washing us out. And when we get out of here-if we get out of here-

| want to sleep in a normal bed for a whole week eating chocolate."

"Yeah?" Josh scoffed, still gouging into the tree. "I want damages for the fucking psychological trauma of being in

your company for this amount of time." He let out a bitter laugh, and we both knew it was half in jest, half dead

serious.

It was no secret that we'd scoured every inch of the island, hoping to find sway off-or at least sdamn

sign that we weren't alone. But the place was empty, aside from the washed-

up crap we'd scavenged and a few old journals left behind by a bunch of scientists who, for whatever reason,

had ditched this hellhole. Their "camp" was barely a flimsy tent patched with tape and wire, which we'd

somehow managed to make half-liveable.

Josh stabbed the knife into the tree, leaving it there. "I swear to God, if we're stuck here much longer, I'm gonna

lose my shit." He sighed, running a hand through his tangled hair, muttering

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under his breath.

Just then, Sarah emerged from the ocean, dripping wet, her smile wider than I'd seen it in weeks. She held a

small fish over her head, grinning like she'd conquered the world. "Guess who just caught dinner?" she called

out, practically glowing with pride. Josh smirked, a sarcastic edge to his tone. "Well, damn. Look who finally

beca hunter-gatherer. Guess we can all just sit back and let you be the big hero now, right?"

She rolled her eyes, ignoring his jab as she trudged out of the water, her skin gleaming in the low light. | looked

away, swallowing hard. Somehow, even in a place like this, she managed to get under my skin in ways | couldn't

even explain.

"Fine," she shot back, her voice light but sharp. "Laugh all you want. I'm the one keeping us from starving, so a

little respect wouldn't hurt."

Josh just laughed. "Apologies, our fearless leader, Nurse Sarah. | don't want you thinking you're the new Bear

Grylls and getting hurt. | would have gone fishing this afternoon." Josh offered.

Josh sat back against a palm tree, rolling his eyes as he watched her go. "This whole damn situation belongs in

sbad series. Only -

they'd probably make it look easy. You know, living off the land. I'm thankful | could remember how to fish, but |

don't think | can do another month of fish and coconut." He shook his head, letting out a frustrated sigh. "The

day | tell you I'm excited for fish, man, you have to

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We said we wouldn't talk about hbecause talking about it made it seem like a real possibility, and then

when we were still here a week later, we'd be crushed, so we just stopped.

Sarah returned to the firepit, starting to clean and prep the fish. She moved with this focused determination,

ignoring us as she worked like she was tuning out the situation entirely. It was a relief, in a way-

until she shota glance that lingered a bit too long, her expression unreadable.

"Guess I'll handle this too, huh?" she muttered, gutting the fish with an impressive and kind of unnerving

efficiency.

"You are the one who can handle a scalpal and put in stitches. Nobody more skilled than you right now to handle

that little fishy." | said, my voice cooler than | intended. Whatever was simmering between us, | shoved it down,

ignoring that flash in her eyes. As the night fell and we ate our meager portions, silence settled heavy around

the fire. The sounds of the waves were a steady, endless rhythm, a reminder of just how cut off we were. Every

so often, Sarah's gaze would drift to me, or Josh would mumble something under waiting for a rescue that might

never come, waiting for this whole nightmare to end.

Finally, Josh cleared his throat, chuckling darkly as he stared into the flames. "You know, at this rate, one of us is

gonna snap and start talking to coconuts. Or each other," he added,

muttering, "not sure which is worse."

| shrugged, stifling a weary smile. "Give it another week. I'll be naming the seagulls."

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Sarah laughed softly, her voice tinged with a bitter edge. "Well, if we're all getting delusional, then call dibs on

hallucinating room service."

The three of us exchanged looks, tired and maybe a little broken. For a moment, we shared that flicker of grim

humor, a brief distraction from the reality that was weighing us down like stones. But deep down, | knew we

were all running on fumes, clinging to whatever was | "Here's to day sixty-four," Josh mumbled, raising his hand

in a mock toast.

"May it be the last fucking one."

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| stood under the waterfall, letting the incredible rush of water drown out the world, groundingin its endless

rhythm. Jess was vivid in my mind and fueled my movements. | stroked my cock faster

and faster. Nothing compared to sinking into her core and waking up after dreams of her was drivingcrazy. |

needed to cum. | needed the release.

| could almost savor that sweet sensation as all the tension left my muscles, and | was close.

"Fuck. So close," | grunted and pumped into my fist over and over. My mind had drifted far away to Jess, home,

and something that felt like peace. But suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled. | heard the softest

rustle, a subtle shift in the air.

My head snapped up, scanning the shrubs behind the waterfall, and then | spotted it-blond hair catching in a

beam of sunlight.

"Sarah?" | called out, straightening up and quickly covering myself.

She stepped out, looking embarrassed, her gaze flickering between the rocks and the water. A flush crept up her

cheeks. "I, uh, | wanted to ask you something..." she mumbled, her voice barely carrying over the noise of the

falls.

| waited, keeping my expression neutral, watching her stammer

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as her face turned a deeper shade of red. "I uhm... | forgot. | should go. Sorry." She turned around, making her

way back toward the jungle, and | thought that was the end of it. But then she stopped.

When she turned back, there was

something different in her eyes,

something that caughtoffguard.

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"Just so you know," she said, taking a small step toward me, "this island... | get it. Everyone has needs." Her

voice dropped, becoming almost a whisper yet heavy with meaning. "I have needs, too, and if you ever need

help with yours... I'd be happy to... uhm... | could help."

| blinked, my mind spinning as her words sank in. | wasn't sure. what to say or how to respond. Her gaze stayed

steady.

and uncertain, but | "Sarah..." | finally managed, my voice lo couldn't find the rest of the words. This wasn't

something I'd ever expected-this offer from someone I'd only known in survival mode,

She stepped forward, and | stepped back as she backed us into a corner beneath the waterfall. "Sarah, you

should leave." | gritted out, trying not to be harsh but she was forcing my hand.

"Luke, we both know what you were doing, and you don't need to," she whispered, stepping even closer and

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"I don't know what you think you saw, but I'm headed back, and you should, too."

"Luke, don't act like there isn't something there. I've seen the way you look atsometimes. Just admit it.

There's something there." Sarah pressed,d and | clenched my jaw.

"Sarah. Listen to what I'm telling you. There is only one person. in this entire world for me, and she's not on the

island. And fine - I'll admit you walked in onfucking masturbating but understandclearly - the only thing |

was

thinking of was Jess." | blurted out in pure rage but somehow managed to keep my voice even.

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Instead, | stormed past her and grabbed my pants with its half- torn off the leg. Sarah followed with a grin on her

face and her chin held high.

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"What makes you think you are, though? We've been here for more than 2 months. Out there - they probably had

a memorial already for everyone, and we are just forgotten. Hate to break it

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to you your wife might be moving on as we speak..." That was the last fucking straw.

"Sarah. I'm warning you don't. And don't say these things to

Josh - he's holding onto his sanity barely as it is."