Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women -
Chapter 1063
Chapter 1063: Chapter 1063
The morning air had a strange sweetness to it, as if the forest itself had exhaled something softer than usual. Dew clung to the grass like tiny jewels, and birdsong wove through the trees in lazy waves. In the center of it all, Rose moved like she belonged to the light. She walked barefoot through the clearing, the hem of her long, sheer gown brushing the earth, the fabric hugging her hips with every slow, swaying step. Her hair shimmered like polished ink in the sun, and when she passed by, the scent of wildflowers clung to the air behind her.
The others noticed it too.
Susan was the first to laugh, brushing her hands on her thighs as Rose passed. "You’re glowing today," she said with a playful grin.
"Am I?" Rose asked, turning just enough to give Susan a glance from over her shoulder. It wasn’t just a look, it lingered, inviting, deliberate. Susan’s breath caught, her smile curving into something coy.
"You really are," Layla added as she approached from the river path, her tunic damp and clinging to her curves. She walked closer, dragging her fingers through her wet hair as Rose met her halfway. Their eyes locked.
"Maybe it’s the sunlight," Rose murmured. "Or maybe it’s because I missed you."
Layla’s brow lifted, but she didn’t pull away when Rose’s fingers skimmed down her arm, trailing lightly. "You see me every day," she said, though her voice had softened.
"Not like this," Rose replied, her lips just a breath from Layla’s cheek. Then she turned away, slowly, like she knew exactly how to leave someone wanting more.
By the time they gathered around the garden to collect fresh vegetables for breakfast, Rose had already made rounds, playful with Zoey as she reached for the same tomato, brushing hands and laughing in that low, sweet voice; brushing past Natalie and whispering something in her ear that made her bite her lip; leaning close to Emma as she picked herbs, letting her hair fall over her shoulder and tickle Emma’s bare skin.
No one said anything about it.
No one wanted to.
It was... enjoyable.
It was the kind of warmth that crept beneath the surface, like sunlight through soft leaves.
By the fire pit, Jude watched her from across the clearing. He hadn’t said much that morning. His body still remembered everything they’d shared the night before, how she’d taken him, how she’d whispered his name like it was a secret meant only for her. But more than that, it was the way she moved today. How she smiled at everyone. How they responded, subtle or not.
And he didn’t feel jealous.
He felt proud.
Possessive, maybe, but not threatened. Because no matter who she flirted with, teased, touched, kissed, she always looked back at him. Every single time.
Grace brushed against Jude as she sat down beside him, holding a cup of tea. "She’s something today, isn’t she?"
He smiled, shaking his head. "Yeah. Like she’s been reborn."
Grace sipped slowly. "I forgot how much I like seeing her like this."
"She makes it feel like a festival," Stella added, settling nearby, eyes still following Rose as she draped her arms over Sophie’s shoulders and leaned into her back with a slow, sensual laugh.
"She’s beautiful," Sophie said, blinking slowly as Rose leaned close to murmur something in her ear. "And dangerous. Like fire."
"Maybe we needed this," Lucy murmured from the side. "After everything. After the monster."
That word slipped out like a breath. But no one latched onto it.
Rose had pulled Serena aside now, walking with her toward the edge of the trees. The light caught on their hair, made them both glow like something from a dream. Serena said something that made Rose laugh again, loud, open, almost intoxicating.
"Is she drinking?" Zoey joked.
"If she is, we all want a sip," Emma replied.
When they returned to the table for lunch, Rose took a seat in Jude’s lap without hesitation, curling one arm around his neck, kissing his jaw lightly before taking a bite from the fruit he held. "You’re always sweet," she murmured against his cheek.
He could feel the others watching, but not with resentment. They were smiling, some giggling, some flushing. The energy between them all had shifted, soft but full of heat.
She leaned back against him, her fingers drawing circles on his chest. "I want to swim this afternoon," she said. "You should all come."
"We just bathed yesterday," Natalie said, though her smile betrayed no protest.
"Doesn’t matter." Rose sat up straighter, brushing her fingers along Jude’s thigh beneath the table. "It’ll be fun. We can wash each other."
Silence rippled through the group for a moment. Then a wave of laughter.
"Temptress," Susan teased.
"Guilty," Rose said, licking juice from her finger.
They followed her to the river. One by one, slipping from their clothes, diving into the clear water that shimmered like glass. The sun was high, and the world felt untouched, quiet and gentle and full of light.
In the river, Rose swam like she was born in it. She surfaced between Serena and Grace, sliding her arms around their waists. Her hands lingered, and neither pulled away. Her lips brushed Grace’s shoulder. "You smell like salt and flowers," she whispered.
Grace turned to her with parted lips, letting herself be kissed.
Layla watched from the bank, biting her lip, thighs squeezed together as she watched them.
Jude stood in the shallows, letting the water lap against his waist, his eyes never leaving her.
Eventually, Rose swam to him, wet and glowing, hair slicked back, body glistening under the sunlight. She didn’t say anything at first, just touched him, trailing her hands down his arms, his stomach, dipping fingers into the waistband of his pants beneath the water.
"You’re still mine, right?" she asked.
"Always," he answered.
Her kiss was deep, slow, intoxicating.
She turned in his arms, pressing her back to his chest, guiding his hands to her hips. "Then don’t let me go."
He didn’t.
By the time the sun began to set, they were all breathless, skin warm and lips kiss-swollen, floating lazily in the fading gold. Clothes were scattered on the grass. Laughter echoed off the trees.
Rose sat beside Lucy now, combing her fingers through the strands of her hair. "You always had the softest hair," she whispered.
Lucy closed her eyes, sighing softly. "You can touch it anytime."
"And you," Rose said, turning to Sophie, who was laying back against a blanket. "You always pretend you’re tougher than you are."
Sophie opened one eye. "Not pretending."
Rose crawled toward her slowly, like a cat, placing a kiss on Sophie’s thigh, then her stomach, then lower. "Then prove it."
Jude watched from the fire, chest full of heat, unable to look away.
She touched them all. Kissed them. Whispered little things that made each of them feel seen, wanted, chosen.
And somehow, it wasn’t too much.
It was just enough.
They were together. Whole. No fear. No shadows.
Not tonight.
Later, when the others had gone to rest, when the house was quiet and the night fully draped over the island, Jude sat alone outside, watching the stars. His muscles were sore in the best way. His skin still smelled of river water and Rose.
He didn’t hear her steps. He only felt her.
She came up behind him, draping her arms over his shoulders, letting her fingers curl against his chest. Her lips brushed his ear. "You looked so good watching me," she whispered. "I like when you watch."
"I always will," he murmured. "Always."
She kissed him again. Deep. Lingering.
And then she stepped back.
He exhaled, smiling to himself, satisfied in a way he hadn’t felt in weeks.
But behind him, where the firelight flickered, Rose stood very still.
Her face was turned toward him.
And her smile was too wide.
Too still.
Her eyes didn’t blink.
And the darkness behind them looked bottomless.
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