This was Aiyana… She was utterly breathtaking. With high cheekbones, full lips, slightly upturned almond eyes, and clear, caramel skin, all perfection except for one silver scar sliced across her nose, she was not only stunning but fierce.
Aiyana was the kind of woman who could easily kick Nova's ass without breaking a sweat. Honestly, at this point, who couldn't? She radiated don't mess with me vibes, all while looking the epitome of the perfect girl. In Nova's world, Aiyana would've been a supermodel—or a jaw-dropping bikini model gracing every magazine cover.
She strutted forward like there was an invisible runway, and like with everyone on this island, she wore little to hide such curves. Silvery splodges were beneath the surface of her skin, running up the side of one thigh and the curve of her hip. Cloth wrapped tight around her chest, stopping just above her belly button, and a matching skirt hung from her hips.
