Chapter 108 Shipwrecked & Spread Ch1

• She wakes to the taste of salt and grit on her tongue — mouth so dry her lips crack when she tries to swallow. The sun is already searing her raw. Somewhere behind the pounding in her skull, she remembers screaming. Waves. Metal tearing. And him — that smug, too-handsome asshole from her office shouting over the storm that he knew better, always did.
• She opens her eyes and sees him sprawled half-buried in wet sand a few feet away. Shirt torn, salt-crusted skin, one arm slung over his eyes like he’s pretending they’re not both stranded on some godforsaken strip of nowhere.
• “Wake up,” she croaks, voice hoarse. No answer.