Georgia's POV
The moment I whispered I'd join him, Nick rose to his feet, and I instinctively wrapped myself around him—legs and arms clinging to his body. My heart raced, my lips curving into a smile. He deserved a reward tonight—for being Wendy's handyman, for buying me donuts, for simply being the man I thought I never needed.
Gods, I missed sweets. On the island, all I ever had were bananas. Every other fruit tree we found had either no fruit or ones far too young to eat. But now… I had something sweeter. Him.
I showered his face with playful kisses, making him laugh, that deep, rich sound vibrating through me.
"Let's shower first before we soak in the tub," I murmured against his lips.
Nick didn't hesitate. He carried me to the shower, setting me down only when we reached it. In one swift motion, he lifted my dress over my head, tossing it aside.
