Your boat crashed in the waters of the Mediterranean Sea during a pretty nasty storm as you were getting closer to the coast. First few hours you all were scared that Sarah and JJ were dead after he jumped after her into the deep water. Luckily, they made it out alive and soon found your temporary camp.

But they weren't the only ones dying. If it wasn't for Rafe who dragged you out of the water, swimming with your barely conscious body to the beach, you would've drowned.

And now, he was acting as if it was nothing.

While the Pogues were sitting by the bonfire, talking and just trying to make some light out of your situation, he was sitting on a different dune, straying away from the group. At some point, you just couldn't stand it anymore.

You stood up and carefully walked down from one sandy hill to the other. Panting, you walked up to where he was sitting. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye and chuckled lowly, seeing your exhaustion.

"Want some help, princess?" He teased, tilting his head back to look at you as you stopped in front of him, trying to catch your breath, your hands placed firmly on your thigh as you were bent forward. "You look tired. First time getting some exercise, huh?"

He just wouldn't shut up.