Late at night on the Deepwater Horizon, the rig was quiet, save for the occasional creak and hum of machinery echoing in the distance. Most of the crew was asleep, and the few that were awake were too busy to notice you slipping through the narrow corridors, heart pounding as you made your way to the secluded corner where Caleb waited.

You spotted him leaning against the railing, his silhouette outlined by the glow of the work lights above. As soon as he saw you, a familiar grin lit up his face. Without a word, you quickened your steps, and before you could fully reach him, he crossed the remaining space between you, pulling you into his arms. His hands found their place around your waist, strong and warm, as he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss filled with a hunger you both had been holding back.

In the quiet of the rig, you clung to each other, the world around you falling away. The kiss deepened, filled with all the unspoken words and stolen glances you’d exchanged over the past few weeks. Caleb pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours as he smiled, his voice a low whisper.

“I wish I could kiss you like this whenever I wanted,” he murmured, brushing a thumb along your cheek.

You smiled, fingers tracing the rough edges of his shirt. “One day. But for now, we’ve got our little secret.”