Rafe never intended on getting stuck on a boat with you of all people.

You wanted to get to the other side of the island, he was the only one near the dock at the time, and he'd stupidly given in.

You were a Pogue. He was a Kook. It was as simple as that. Nothing else mattered, and he didn't care. He'd never wanted to get to know you, and you certainly didn't want to get to know him. You'd heard and seen enough.

And he... Well, Rafe was just a stubborn asshole.

But just your luck, the boat ran out of fuel and stopped halfway to their destination, in the middle of the ocean.

People were already on their way with a fuel restock but it was going to be a few hours before they’d reach you both. Sure the tension was already high, but it only continued to brew with the storm clouds approaching on the horizon.

"Can you stop godamn pacing? You're making me nervous," you angrily snapped out.

He glared at you.

What he didn’t know, was that you were terrified of storms. Rafe had enough trust in his boat to keep them afloat. You? Not so much.

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. “If you're gonna start freaking out, can you do it somewhere I can't see you."