Play With Me ✔️|| 2 || Off the Ice Series

18 | Arden

I wake up slowly, the cool morning air brushing against my skin, and blink into the dim light filtering through the cracks in the hut. My body feels heavy, pressed against something warm, solid. Something... someone.

I freeze. My breath catches.

Jason. His body is tangled with mine, his hand... I look down, my heart skipping a beat. His hand is cupped over my breast, fingers gently squeezing.. What the hell?

I can't breathe. I can't think. I need to move. I twitch my hands, readying to flee when the thing I'm holding hardens impossibly and my eyebrows shoot up.

I look down before I can stop myself, swallowing at the way my hand has found itself beneath his boxers and is curled around the base of his dick. It twitches in my grip.

I jerk away from him, my skin prickling with heat as I rip his hand off me like it's on fire. My own hand, which had somehow ended up... I can't even process it, but it's too late now. It's been there, for god knows how long. I yank it away from him, as if I've touched flames, my skin burning with shame.

"Shit," I mutter, my voice hoarse, and I scramble to the edge of the hut, rolling away from him.

My heart is pounding so loud I can barely hear myself think, my face flushed with embarrassment and confusion. What the hell happened last night? I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping this is some kind of nightmare that'll just disappear when I open my eyes again.

But it's not. The heat in my skin, the way my breath still catches in my chest, it's all real.

I stand and reach for my clothes, throwing them on even though they're still wet from last night. I don't care, I need to get out of here.

"Arden." Jason's voice cuts through the haze of my panic, low and groggy but he still sounds asleep and when I look over, his eyes are shut.

I walk out of the hut, feeling out of place.

• • •

Jason finds me laying on the beach, staring out at the lapping waves and comes to a stop beside me before declaring we're doing more exploring today, holding out a hand for me to take. 

He hadn't brought up the fact that I'd woken up fondling him and fled.

I'm not even sure he knew.

Which brings us to now, pushing through a thick canopy of trees, the sound of bubbling water reaching us.

Jason is already reaching for his pants, discarding them quickly as he walks for the water.

The watering hole isn't like the first one we'd found - it's smaller, murkier, but right now, I don't care. The midday sun has us drenched in sweat, the heat pressing down like it's determined to flatten us to the ground. So, when Jason steps closer to the water, I don't argue. We've been wandering for what feels like hours, gathering whatever fruit we could find, but the thought of heading back now sounds impossible.

"Cool off?" he suggests, nodding at the water.

I shrug, pulling my shirt over my head. "Might as well." Out of the corner of my eye, I see him turn to give me privacy without me having to ask. I smile. The idea of letting my guard down around him feels stupid, but at the same time, almost two weeks stranded on this island has worn down my usual walls.

Jason steps into the water first, stretching his arms up with a groan. I slide in a few feet away from him, wading up to my waist, the cool water slowly cutting through the sticky heat clinging to my skin.

"Still no grand rescue, huh?" he mutters, as if he'd read my mind. "You think they'd have found us by now."

I glance up, squinting at the sky, where no planes, no helicopters, no anything are seen. Just clouds, passing slowly as if they've got all the time in the world. "Maybe we got sucked into a parallel universe," I say, half-joking.