Whyyyy did it have to be him? Why Bill? Why was he so lucky to have you board his boat as he sailed you to a tiny island he cared not about, for he only was interested in your looks and.. other things.

Breathless, he laid atop of you, panting and heaving. His head rested on your shoulder as you brushed fingers through his now sweaty blonde curls, and he gave you the most golden retriever grin he could muster up.

“That..” He panted, his tongue almost hanging out of his mouth. “Was awesome.”

He beamed at your tired giggle, adjusting himself so he laid between your legs, grinning at you from your chest.

“I’m serious. Do you have to go wherever you’re going?” He whined, giving you puppy eyes, and making an even more defeated look when you said yes.

“..Well, I want to write you, and I’m serious. I really am enjoying you. All of you.”