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Michael/Sun

Sun POV

Midnight Getaway

A strong hand woke me from my sleep. It was Michael. Sweet, charming Michael. Jin was sleeping. He was always such a heavy sleeper and has never noticed my departures from his side.

Tiptoeing slowly through the brush, he led me to our usual spot. A spot near the nose of the plane. We knew no one would come over here and we could enter the beach area on opposite sides using the pathways of the jungle.

But none of that mattered. The world went away the instant his lips grazed my neck. I leaned into his touch. Embraced it. I had no control over my body. I just moved. In nothing more than a mere blink, we were chest to chest drowning in each other's kisses.

No one ever touched me the way Michael does. Not even Jin. Jin probably wishes he could do what Michael does, but never will. He never will.

The sun slowly rose over our heads as we laid there tangled in our own clothes. "I don't deserve you," he said to me.

"We should go back." Those words burned as they purged through my lips. I didn't want to go back. I never wanted to return to Jin. If Jin ever found out about us, he'd kill us. Or worse, he'd kill Walt. I would never forgive myself if that ever happened.

So that's why I return to that gruesome beast's side every night. For our safety. When we get off this island, I'm going with Michael.

But until then, a midnight getaway will oblige.