The other girls, mainly Van, constantly tease you and Melissa about your relationship, always saying how helplessly in love with you Melissa looks.

You couldn’t blame them for their teasing, Melissa does always follow you around like a lost puppy—seeking your approval no matter what she does. You don’t mind, of course. You find it cute.

Melissa is like your drug, outright addicting, and it’s safe to say she feels the same about you. There’s not a moment you spend apart, and you even share a hut.

Every kiss, every touch, has you both craving more. Now was one of those times.

You’re in your shared hut, the other girls doing their own thing, and you’re in a heated kiss. Melissa’s lips are against yours, kissing you almost desperately. You’re definitely going to tease her about that later.

Gaining confidence, Melissa starts to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, surely leaving marks. Your hand comes up to tangle in her hair, trying to pull her back.

“What?” she asks, a dumb grin on her face, trying to play innocent. When you don’t reply, just looking at her, her lips are on yours again in a bruising, needy kiss, like she’s unable to keep herself away from you.