15. Ship

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Cassie and I stood in front of the large clear glass. Together, we watched out of the window, seeing the island, our island, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared and only turquoise blue remained.

It was a cruise ship that had seen the bright pink flares in the sky. And right now, we stood in front of a large window inside a cabin that looked very similar to the one I had on the cruise ship that had started this whole adventure. When we climbed on deck a few hours ago, the whole thing was quite the spectacle. Everyone photographed us; the guests stood upon deck too, flashing their mobile phones. I was so fucking happy we'd saved some clothes and put them on. Especially since we would probably be all over Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram in a few hours as the "two survivors".

The staff immediately quarantined us. We then got checked by the medical staff straight away, who examined if we didn't suffer from dehydration and all of that. It was the usual procedure, and I got it. It was just a lot for people who had been on their own for two weeks. The room was nice, though, and the staff was really caring and sweet.

Thank God we could stay together. I was so happy about that. Cassie had been very emotional, especially after she'd called her parents.

I'd made a phone call as well, and my poor mother cried with joy when she heard my voice. However, since they rescued us, I felt so... off. It was hard to explain. It was like I knew we would get to this point someday because I'd always kept faith we would be found one day, but now that day had come and it felt strange.

I loved my family, I really did, yet... While talking to my mom, I couldn't help but also secretly wish that I could have stayed with Cassie on that island a little longer. "Oh, my little baby is safe, my little boy. My baby!" That's what my mom had yelled before she was crying so hard she had no breath to speak another word. And here I was, wishing I could have stayed missing another week more. I truly was a fucking asshole. And the worst son ever.

Cassie sniffed and laid her head on top of my shoulder. "It's really gone now. Out of sight," she said as we gazed at the broad shimmering ocean.

"Hmm-hmm," I hummed in reply, stroking my fingers through her hair. She sniffed once more and dried her tears. "How about a nice bath?" I asked. "You've been talking about that for weeks." She nodded. "Okay, I'll fill the bath for you. You lie down till it's ready."

"Thanks, Max. Ugh, my head hurts from all this crying. And I'm having early period cramps, too." She sighed. "I've already taken painkillers."

I grabbed her shoulders and walked with her to the bed, where I gently pushed her down, so she took a seat. "Wait here. Lie down. Try to relax."

I headed to the bathroom, opened the tap, and inspected the collection of mini bath oils. "Do you want lemon, lavender, or vanilla?" I asked. There was also a bottle of coconut-scented oil, but I deliberately didn't tell her, thinking she must be done with coconuts. At least for a while. I knew I felt that way! I smiled, thinking how coconuts and bananas would never be the same again.

"I want vanilla," she answered.

I grabbed the desired bottle, opened it, and dropped a few drops of oil into the water. It smelled nice. Very different from the jungle and ocean smell. I checked the temperature and when it was nice and warm, I went back to Cas again. It was a big tub, so it would need a while to get filled up.

She still sat on the same spot but had fallen to her back, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Kneeling before her, I took her slippers off. "In a few minutes, you can relax in hot water instead of cold again."

She sat up, grabbed my head, and let it rest on her thigh. "You're so great," she said, stroking my hair.

"You've cared for me. I want to return the favor."

"You've returned it threefold already, honey."

I looked up at her. "You've never called me honey before."

"I know. I just wanted to say it." She smiled. "It felt good. Honey."

I stood up and let my hands rest beside both her hips, leaning onto the bed until my lips almost touched hers. I rubbed the tip of my nose over her nose and stood up, grabbing her hands with me so she would get up too. I then took her in my arms, lifted her bridal style, and walked us to the bathroom. She wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed my cheek a few times, nuzzling her nose over my face. Maybe quarantine in a luxurious room with Cassie was just as good as being stranded with Cassie. Or maybe even better.

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The staff had said we could use everything in the room. We could also call them if we needed something we couldn't find. They'd filled the fridge for us with light meals because the doctor said that our stomachs could become a little upset once we would eat "normal" food again. Too heavy or greasy food would probably leave us nauseous.

As Cassie enjoyed her bath, I laid down on the bed. I sucked in a breath of air and released it with a long sigh. The softness of the bed felt weird. I've only been missing this modern world for a short period of time, but the short period felt like months to me. By the time I would get home, it wouldn't even be later than I would have originally returned home from my vacation. But look at the different man I was today.

Those evenings that Cassie and I had fantasized about getting invited to talk shows and giving interviews about being stranded on an island, and all... would those things happen once we were home?

"Max?" Cassie called out.

"Yeah?" I asked, getting up.

"Come here, will you?"

I rushed over to the bathroom and found her looking at me as soon as I stepped inside. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to ask if you joined me. I feel lonely. Is that weird?"

"Of course, not, babe." I quickly undressed, her eyes never leaving me as I did. After a few hours of wearing clothes, I was shy all over again.

"Oh, come on, man." She laughed, seeing my awkward face. "There's nothing there I haven't seen already."

"I know. It's just old habits, okay?" I answered, stepping into the water. "Oh, it's still hot."

"I just refilled it with hot water."

After I sat down, she turned around and nestled herself between my legs, back rubbing against my chest. "Hm... now that's better." She moaned in satisfaction.

"You missed me this much in only a few minutes?" I asked, feeling my cock getting hard at the touch of her oily smooth ass cheeks rubbing against my shaft.

"I think you've missed me, too. At least one particular point of your body did..."

"You're doing this on purpose, Cas."

"Well, my period hasn't started yet, but it will soon. And I'm not the kinda girl to have sex while she is on her period."

"So, you want me to fuck you here in the tub? Is that why you called me?"

She giggled.

I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her breasts in the palms of my hands. "They're slippery," I said, letting her nipple run through my fingers until they were hard.

"It's the oil."

"You don't say?" I chuckled, kissing the back of her neck. "I know it's the oil." All I could think of was how another part of her was always so slippery too.

"Fuck me, Max."


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