Stranded Hearts (BxB)

1. Stranded 🏝️

Christian hates me.

I could tell the moment I tried to flirt with him on the boat. He shot me a look that could've set me on fire. Maybe he's not into guys, or maybe he just can't stand me for some reason.

As much as I would love to run my tongue all over his drool worthy body, I sure as hell didn't want to end up stuck on a fucking island with him.

How the fuck did I get myself into this mess?

I just wanted to relax on my holiday...

The details are blurry, probably because I was drunk out of my mind. I remember standing there, clutching my bag with one hand and gripping an iron handle with the other as they started loading people into the lifeboat. The sky and sea were going wild.

Then my uncle shoved me into someone's arms, shouting at them to get me onto the boat. I couldn't make sense of any of it, my body shaking uncontrollably, too out of it to understand what was happening.

I remember stepping into the boat, but before I could even get settled, the line holding it to the main boat snapped, and we were falling. I clung to the boat for dear life as the fucking thing moved in the water like a damn dolphin. All I remember is gasping for air and gripping the boat like an octopus holding on for dear life.

I'm not sure when I passed out, but I know it had to be after the storm passed, otherwise, I would've been friends with the pirates ghosts by now.

I woke up around noon when the sun was high above me. Christian was at the far end of the boat, tugging at his hair and glaring down at nothing. It wasn't until I pointed out the island that he finally spoke.

And it wasn't anything pleasant. "Fucking row the boat, you idiot!" he snapped. I was too drained and dehydrated to argue, so I just got to it, silently.

It took us about an hour to reach the shore. We had a first aid kit, some biscuits, a gun, a compass, and a mirror. I have no idea what the fucking mirror is for.

There was supposed to be fresh water, but I had no idea where it went. The gun was damaged, I could tell by the way Christian cursed while checking it over.

Now, we were resting in the shade of a tree after making it to shore. Both of us were thirsty, but we decided to catch our breath before heading off to find water. Christian sifted through everything in the box from the boat while I lay on the sand, staring up at the bright blue sky through the gaps in the palm tree leaves.

I cleared my throat. "Do you think everyone else on that boat is safe?"

Christian was silent for a moment before answering. "How the fuck would I know? I'm stranded with you on this fucking island," he muttered, cursing under his breath.

I winced at his tone. I couldn't help but let out a defeated sigh. My mind kept racing with worry about my uncle.

He's a good person. Always putting others first. I just hope he's safe.

"We should find fresh water, shouldn't we?" I asked.

"Yeah, no shit," Christian replied, getting to his feet. I did the same.

We scanned the area. The island seemed pretty big. We'd have to head into the forest to find water.

Christian walked into the trees without saying a word. I was too nervous to go any other way, so I followed him silently. Christian was bigger than me—about 6'5, while I barely hit 5'7. He had broad shoulders and muscles that bulged from the hard work he did as a farmer. His dark hair and light brown eyes gave him that rugged, handsome look. He was a little older than me too.