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Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View Cool sea air brushed across my face, so crisp and clean I had to close my eyes and let it wash over me. Hapi and I were on a passenger boat now, cutting through the water toward her home island—she’d mentioned there were beach resorts nearby, and a flicker of excitement warmed my chest despite everything. But ever since Owen’s call, a knot of dread had been tied tight in my stomach. I kept picturing all the ways fate might cross my path with Levi’s. The Philippines is huge, I told myself. Hundreds of provinces, thousands of towns—we’d never just run into each other. Cupid would have to be out of his mind to make that happen. I felt Hapi’s hand close around mine, her palms wrapping warm and firm around my fingers. She didn’t say a word—just looked at me, her eyes soft and knowing. I smiled, my heart lightening a little. She’d noticed how quiet I’d gone since before we boarded the boat. I’d only just realized how

Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View Two weeks had passed since I’d washed up on Isla Salvador and made a home here with Hapi. Life had been quiet—peaceful, even—save for the boat rides to the mainland market. Lucky for me, growing up near the ocean meant I’d been born to handle the waves; it made adjusting to island life feel almost effortless. Just the two of us in the house, and we never lacked for harmony. We split the chores evenly, both used to keeping a home running, so nothing ever felt like work. The only “problem” with Hapi was her filthy mouth and fearless—reckless—personality. “Would’ve been nice if your damn dick was worth a damn! Hell, even Bayug’s got a bigger one than you, you bastard!” That’s exactly what I mean. I sighed, dragging my squirming, tiny friend away from the crowd. I’d long since stopped feeling embarrassed when people stared—Hapi picked a fight nearly every week, and I’d grown used to pul

Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View My eyes were fixed on Levi as I pushed myself up from the sand, my body still trembling. His gaze wasn’t on me—not yet. It was locked on Sean, who lay crumpled against a palm tree, clutching his side and gasping for breath. Levi’s eyes were cold, empty of emotion, as he stared at the man he’d sent flying with nothing more than a single kick. He wore a black turtleneck tank top tucked into loose-fitting army-green pants, leather boots adding to the sharp, commanding presence that made him look like he’d stepped straight out of a war zone. His gray-streaked hair fell just right, framing eyes the color of deep ocean blue—eyes I’d dreamed about every night since I’d left. I couldn’t parse what I was feeling. Relief warred with heartbreak, hope tangled with terror. I remembered his final words to me before I’d walked away—his threats, his insistence that I leave and never come back. A thousand questions swirled in my

Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View My emotions were a mess—part relief, part rage, part longing I couldn’t name. I had no idea how to react to his kiss, so I clung to his chest as his hand wrapped tight around my waist, the other fisting in my hair to hold me closer. “Uhmm!” I gasped when he bit down on my lower lip, parting it just enough to slide his tongue into my mouth. I tasted copper—my own blood from where he’d made me bleed. “Mm!” He tangled his tongue with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth as if he were claiming it all over again. Tears pricked my eyes—not from pain, but from a storm of feeling I couldn’t put into words. “Ahh!” I moaned against his lips when he pulled back, sucking my tongue lightly before letting go. My eyes were wide open, and his gaze was locked on mine—hot, intense, unyielding. Heat flooded my body, but before it could consume me, I pushed him away hard. We staggered apart, and I leaned back against th

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Discretion is advised. Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View Each breath came heavy and ragged, my body humming with a tension unlike anything I’d known. My hand rose to cover my mouth, trying to muffle the soft sounds that kept threatening to break free. His palms slid over my hips, tracing slow lines across my stomach. They moved lower and the heat coiling inside me tightened until I felt dizzy with it. He was pressed against my back, his breath warm on my skin, his lips brushing my shoulder. Every touch made my skin prickle and bloom. My fingers pressed harder over my mouth as his thigh settled between mine, firm against the place where I ached most. The feeling was so sharp I had to hold myself still to keep from moving against him. “Don’t stop your moans,” he said close to my ear before nipping the sensitive lobe. Sean had bitten the same spot earlier but wi