Rafe never intended on getting stuck on a boat with you of all people. Neither of you were sure how you ended up in this situation but it was too late to cry about it now.

People were already on their way with a fuel restock but it would be a few hours before they’d reach you both, and Rafe was not at all happy. Especially with the storm clouds approaching on the horizon.

What he didn’t know, though, was that you had a severe phobia of storms. He had enough trust in his boat to keep them afloat as it had been through worse, which was what he’d assumed you would be aware of.

But when he looked over at you and saw your pale complexion and your eyes locked on the dark grey clouds approaching, his eyebrows narrowed. “It’s just a thunderstorm. You’ll be fine, I promise.”

His reassurance was 90% mocking and pure sarcasm, as he didn’t quite catch onto your terror.