Georgia's POV
I leaned back into him, tracing the miniature's features with my eyes and my fingertip.
"There," I said, pointing. "That's the shore where we lost the life raft."
Nick chuckled softly. "And where you almost fainted because you thought the turtle under the bush was some kind of wild animal."
I jabbed his thigh with my elbow. He kissed the top of my head.
"And that," I continued, moving my finger, "is the stream where we used to bathe... And do other stuff," I laughed at my own dirty joke.
"You were always tempting me," he said casually.
"And this…" I touched the little bump made to represent the cave entrance. "Home number one."
Nick's arms tightened around me, protective, warm, familiar.
And then—
I felt him.
His body pressed flush against mine from behind… and something hard poked firmly against my lower back.
I blinked, glancing down just to confirm the pressure before raising a brow.
"Oh," I whispered teasingly. "Well, hello."
