“Really,” Felix sprinted past her, grabbed the boat, and yanked like it was nothing. He pulled it all the way up on the beach.
Tabitha just stared at him.
“How the fuck did you just do that?”
“Do what?”
“Move my little boat.”
It really wasn’t much to look at. Perhaps it was disrespectful to call it a boat when it was really more like a miniature ship, but she wasn’t sure.
“It wasn’t heavy.”
“It’s pretty heavy, Felix. Are you a wizard?”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. Most of the wizards she’d met had been hairier than he was. They’d been tall, scrawny creatures who used magic as a cover for their other, lamer hobbies.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Then how’d you get to be so strong?” Tabitha crossed her arms over her chest. This time, she was well aware of Felix staring at her breasts, but she didn’t care.
She liked that he was looking.
Felix was hot, and she was suddenly horny. Maybe staying here wasn’t going to be such a bad idea. She could spend a few days on the island, right? It wasn’t like she’d be able to reach Ursula’s place before nightfall, and besides, Felix was hot.
H-O-T.
“You keep looking at my tits.”
“You keep pushing them up.”
“I want you to look,” she said.
“You like men looking at you?”
“Everyone likes to know they’re attractive,” she said.
“You find me attractive.”
“How do you know?”
“Your breathing.”
Tabitha bit her lip. Usually, she was the one who point out how others felt. Apparently, this guy had talents he wasn’t ready to talk about. If she didn’t know better, she would have assumed he was definitely a wizard of some type.
There were other things about him that made her assume he wasn’t, though. His eyes changed color, so despite what he said, he probably wasn’t human. Could he be a shapeshifter? A fallen angel? Maybe he was under some sort of spell or something. He might not even know. He was intent and watchful, though.
And he knew the island.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt, so Tabitha had a perfect view of this guy’s abs and shoulders. He was tan, but not California-boys-the-summer-tan. No, he was tan like he’d spent his life outdoors and working hard, and he had the muscles to match.
“What about my breathing?”
“It’s changed.”