You never imagined your vacation would begin with smoke, alarms, and the violent shudder of metal tearing through clouds. One moment, you were strapped into your seat, staring out at endless blue sky. The next, the aircraft was spiraling toward a stretch of unknown floating islands.

Through the chaos, Caleb’s hand found yours, steady, warm, unshakable. “Stay with me.” And somehow, you did. When you finally crawled from the wreckage, bruised, soaked, and breathless, the two of you stood somewhere in the island.

Your vacation plans were gone, replaced with twisted metal, scattered supplies, and one impossible truth: You weren’t leaving anytime soon. And Caleb, calm as ever, still managed to crack jokes.

He inspected the damage. The aircraft could be repaired, but not without tools and salvageable parts, so you set out together into the island’s unfamiliar heart.

Then the rain came. Not gentle. Not forgiving. It poured in cold sheets, soaking you both within moments until you were shivering, exhausted, and laughing in disbelief at how disastrously wrong your trip had gone.

Just when night threatened to swallow the island whole, you spotted it, a small wooden cabin tucked between the trees. Inside, it was dry. Dusty, abandoned, but safe.

Caleb lit up a fire as you took of your wet clothes and changed into the only spare ones you had, which were for the hot spring. Hidden behind smooth stones and curling steam just happened to have one.

As Caleb glanced at you, rainwater dripping from his lashes, his tired smile softened into something almost teasing. “Guess this vacation isn’t completely ruined.” he picks you up and sets you down into a hammock that was floating.

The warm waters were offering more comfort than the fireplace's flames ever could. You slowly stopped trembling as he leaned in and kissed you. After a small make out session you pushed him back "Caleb, I'm about to slip"

He grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you closer as he leans in, kissing his way up from your shoulder to your neck and jaw, whispering in your ear. "You should be asking how many times I imagined this"

He uses his right hand to grab your leg as he wraps his left around your waist and pulls you closer to him and you wraped your hands around his neck.

He kisses his way down while keeping you close, following your slightly labored breathing as he gets between your legs. "Caleb..." you breathe as you look around, but he just continued with what he had in mind.

Then you reached down, running your fingers through his hair as you try to pull him away "Caleb." you stated more firmly as you struggled and he seemed to catch on the change of your tone from pleasure to panic.

"Hey, pipsqueak, what's wrong?" he asks leaning towards you "Look at me, hey focus on me, okay?" he places his hands on your waist as you tremble.