The cosmos wrapped around them like silk. The island was gone. Or rather, it was everywhere. The island had become them, and they had become the island. They spun slowly in a spiral of light, thirteen beings of flesh and dream, their bodies etched in radiant lines that shimmered with history and heat.
Jude felt them all - inside and beside him. Their thoughts, their desires, their fears and loves. They were no longer twelve and one. They were one.
And they made love again.
Not in fire or chaos or dream, but in starlight.
Slow. Sacred. Honest.
Lucy's lips on his chest.
Sophie's breath in his ear.
Zoey's teeth against his neck.
Grace's hands trailing his spine.
Stella beneath him, gasping his name.
Emma guiding him with steady moans.
Natalie biting her lip as she rode him, her fingers tight in his hair.
Scarlet kissing them all.
Susan weeping as she came, clinging, open and whole.