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❂ - Scratching at a bug bite under their shirt, showing off their side
The only downside of the island was the bugs, Michelle decided. Sure, there were cockroaches and beetles and that kind of thing in New York, but mosquitoes were never really a problem for her there. They were here, and it was not fun. She could tell Paxton felt the same, as he reached to scratch for what seemed like the millionth time during their game of cards. She opened her mouth to tease him about, but his shirt rode up slightly as he did, and the words fell out of her mouth before she could stop them. “Dude, you’re like, ripped!” She exclaimed, moving to lift his shirt and examine the muscles that were well-defined there. “Wow, you’re even more attractive than I thought you were! Oh, also, I have some salve in my room if you want me to get it, because that’s getting super red, and the salve works wonders on my bites.”







