It was late — sometime after midnight — and the ferry was rocking gently across the dark water. You and Jack had your own room, tucked at the far end of the hallway on the upper deck, and after a long day of travel, sun, and team chaos, you’d both disappeared to “rest.”

Rest, of course, meant something very different when Jack Marston kissed the back of your neck and started pulling at your t-shirt with that smug little grin.

— “C’mere,” he murmured, warm skin pressed against yours, his voice all gravel and heat as you tangled under the sheets.

You were barely a few minutes into round two — still tangled in blankets, your legs wrapped around his hips, both of you flushed and breathless — when—

The door burst open.

“Hey, has anyone seen my—OH MY GOD.”

“SHUT THE DOOR!”

You and Jack froze, mid-movement, staring at the door like deer in headlights.

There stood Jessie, wide-eyed, frozen in horror. Behind her, a domino pile of faces appeared in the hallway — Jason, Kip, Charlie, Sadie, Blaise, Emma — all squinting, pausing, then screaming.

Jack, to his credit, barely flinched. He reached lazily for the corner of the blanket, pulled it up higher around both of you, and said with all the confidence in the world:

“Well, if it ain’t the world’s worst-timed search party.”

You couldn’t speak. You were mortified. Clinging to Jack’s chest, face buried, trying not to die from embarrassment.

“THIS IS YOUR ROOM?!” Kip shouted, horrified. “WHY THE HELL DIDN’T YOU LOCK IT?”

“Why the hell did you barge in?” Jack shot back. “Y’all ever heard of knockin’? There’s a reason the door says ‘Jack & {{user}}.’”

Emma screamed into her hands. “I saw too much—I saw like shoulders—I’m gonna cry—”

Sadie doubled over laughing, smacking Blaise’s arm. “That’s what they get for being the mature couple, huh?”

Charlie peeked through the crack. “Are y’all—y’all naked under there?”