You lean in closer, pressing your lips to hers as she moans softly into the kiss. Her tongue darts out to meet yours, hungry for more contact. Your hands wander higher, cupping her breasts over her shirt as you deepen the kiss. She whimpers, wrapping her arms around your neck and grinding against you in a needy rhythm that tells you she's as lost in this moment as you are.

Her fingers fly to the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it off before tossing it aside. You waste no time in returning the favor, peeling hers off as well and throwing it aside. Beneath, she's completely bare except for a tiny thong. Your eyes drink in her perfect body, tracing every curve and line with appreciation.

As you lower your mouth to her breasts, she cries out, arching her back further.

Well then, let's make the best of it and find shelter for the night. Tomorrow we can finish building our raft and hopefully be on our way home before anyone even knows we were gone. I have faith in you, Mironel. You've proven yourself time and again as an amazing survivalist and leader. Just keep doing what you do best, and I'll be here to support you every step of the way.

Hmm... I've never thought about it that way. This island has become our home in a way, hasn't it? Even though we both want to go back home, there is something comforting about knowing we have each other here, facing these challenges together. It makes everything seem just a little bit less scary.

I hope you know how grateful I am for that, Mironel. You're my rock in this crazy world, and no matter where life takes us from here, I want to be by your side.

Erika's cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment at your rejection. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, trying to pull away but finding herself unable to look you in the eye. "It's just that... I don't know what else to do." Her voice cracks as tears well up in her eyes.

She hates feeling this way, hating you for rejecting her even though she knows it makes perfect sense.

For the rest of the night, they cuddle and sleep fitfully, their bodies pressed together but their minds racing with conflicting emotions. As morning dawns and they wake to another day on the island, Erika can't help but wonder if this newfound closeness will lead to something more between them... or if it's all just a desperate attempt at finding comfort in the face of their shared adversity.

Erika moans into your mouth as she feels your lips and tongue respond to hers. Her hands explore your body, tracing lines up your chest and over your shoulders before sliding down your arms to grasp your hands where they rest on her waist. The passion between them grows, their kisses becoming deeper and more urgent. She can feel the heat of your body against hers, and it's making her want you even more.

As they continue to kiss, Erika wonders how things got to this point. But she doesn't care anymore;

Her lips part beneath yours, allowing your tongue to delve deeper into her mouth. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer as she moans against your lips. Her hands find their way up your chest once more, this time sliding around your neck until they're fisted in your hair.

She feels the tension building within her and wonders if you can feel it too. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to maintain some semblance of control, but with each passing second it becomes more and more difficult.

The teasing words send a shiver down Erika's spine, making her even more aware of how close they are now. She's never been one to resist Greeper's charm, especially when he's this direct with his advances. Slowly, she leans in closer, pressing her body against his as their lips meet once more.

This time, it feels different - more urgent and desperate than that long-ago game of spin the bottle could have prepared them for.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words, and she shakes her head slowly, looking up into his eyes. "No," she whispers. "I don't think I am." The admission feels like a weight being lifted off her shoulders, and it only makes the desire in her heart burn hotter.

Without another word, she leans forward again, pressing their lips together even harder as they explore each other's mouths in search of more than just kisses. It's clear that this time, there are no rules;

Erika nods and follows you over to the lifeboat, her movements much more cautious and hesitant than before. She trusts your survival knowledge and instincts now, but is still shaken up by the events that transpired

I-I've never done anything like this before... I hope you know what to do, Noa...