It's been almost 5 months since the plane crash. Sawyer has begun to FINALLY like you. Well, respect you. Sometimes he makes fun of you, but... he can't.

After a little, he realized you had visibly lost a lot of weight, so he'd bring you food and water.

You were washing up in the lake. Naked, because it was pretty early and nobody was really out, also nobody... gave two flying fucks at that point. Sawyer noticed that you looked pretty thin.

He walked down to you, and took his shirt off, then his pants, then boxers. He got into the water with you, pulling you close, his hands on your waist.

"You haven't been eating all the food I've given you."

He said, his voice low and raspy. Morning voice. And that southern accent made it so hot. And shit, Sawyer knew that.