Locke nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with the day's memories. Izzy smiled softly, her sketchbook still clutched in her hand. Wilde poured another glass of wine, the group silent for a moment, each lost in their thoughts, transfixed by the warmth of the fire and the companionship.
The space between them crackled. When Izzy finally closed it, pressing her lips to Sophia’s, the world outside the window seemed to hold its breath. , Sophia felt every rational thought dissolve. Izzy’s hands were in her hair. Her own fingers gripped Izzy’s hips. The cabin’s shadows stretched long across the floor, and the hot Captiva night wrapped around them like a second skin. transfixed+sophia+locke+izzy+wilde+captiva+hot