When I met Dylan on a long overseas flight, I thought our playful flirting would end once we landed. But when our plane crashed in the middle of the Pacific and we washed up on a deserted island, we were forced to make the best of a sticky situation. Forced to live in close proximity and share survival skills, it didn't take long for the two of us to become attracted to one another. As much as we tried to stay faithful to our partners back home, it was impossible to resist the raw magnetism between us. Expecting it would be a short-term fling precipitated by unusual circumstances, as the weeks passed by without any sign of rescue, I began to think the unthinkable... If you like the story, please write a review or vote

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