Their lips met again, slow and steady, but it wasn't like before. There was no urgency now, only heat and inevitability.
Her body pressed into his, her curves aligning with the memory of every moment they'd shared before the change. But now, there was more - like every nerve, every breath, every drop of sweat meant something.
As they kissed, the others began to touch each other again - not out of desire alone, but because the act had become something sacred.
Lucy and Emma moved together beside him, limbs tangling with grace. Natalie's soft moans blended with Grace's breathy sighs.
Layla and Zoey explored each other's skin like sculptors worshipping their own creation. It wasn't just erotic. It was worship, communion, the raw language of the island expressed through sensation and unity.
Sophie hadn't moved.
She watched from the edge, the only one still separate.
Jude broke from Rose's kiss, his breath ragged. "She's afraid."