He stares me in the eyes. He's so close. I can feel his breath ghosting over my lips, setting them to tingling. His blonde hair is shading his eyes, increasing their intensity by about a hundred times. I want to move, want to leave, but his arms are either side of my head, pinning me to the tree. I should push him away and run. But I can't. Because I want to know what will happen.
"Sawyer, please."
"Why don't you leave? I'm not stopping you." His slow drawl sends shivers down my spine. "Could it be," he leans in closer, his breath tickling my ear, "you want this?"
"It's wrong. We shouldn't-"
"This is the wild." He captures my lips in a crushing kiss, as if by pushing us together we can block out everything around us. Make it all go away. When he pulls back his cheeks are flushed and his eyes stormy. "Out here, the rules don't apply."
He's afraid, I realise with a shock. He's never afraid.
"We have to keep rules, or we become animals." Something stirs in his eyes for a moment, before his mouth twists bitterly and he turns away. "Hey!" I put my hand on his shoulder and spin him around, kissing him on the lips softly. "But maybe some of the rules can be broken."
"Well well." His voice is mocking, and for once I don't want to hit him for that. "Could it be our doc is adjusting to island life?"
Flame me all you want, but it just proves that you're narrow-minded hypocrites who can't see beyond their own noses. Oh, and don't use the religion angle- I can argue you down any day.
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