The flames danced in rhythm with their voices, flickering gold and orange across bare skin, eyes shining, cheeks flushed from laughter and something deeper - an intimacy not born from need, but from knowing. The circle was tight. Legs tangled. Shoulders pressed. Fingers laced. No one sat apart. Not anymore.
Jude sat between Lucy and Sophie, the firelight catching in Sophie's hair like embers in silk, Lucy's palm warm against his thigh. Across from him, Emma leaned back into Zoey's arms, her head resting in the crook of Zoey's neck as Zoey traced idle shapes across her stomach with one hand and held a berry to her lips with the other. Emma sucked it in slowly, smiling without looking up.
The island pulsed around them - not with urgency, but with warmth, like it was proud of them. Content.
Scarlet reached toward Grace and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I used to think we were cursed," she said softly, "stranded here… forgotten."