I try to move my body as a sudden pain rushes through my stomach. As I open my dry mouth to gasp some fresh air, I taste salt in my throat. My head pounds relentlessly as my right leg burns from presumably a scar. With my hands, I can feel millions of grains of hot sand. With my eyes, I catch a glimpse of a figure standing on top of me.

A hot breath tickles my bare neck as strong hands wander around my bare stomach. As the hands touch the blast that I probably have, a chocked cry forces up my throat. "You're finally awake, I thought you were dead," a deep-toned male voice mumbles.

As I open my eyes a tall man towers over me. His blond hair is a mess and on his face, there's a scar, which makes him look hotter.  His eyes are breathtaking, shades of intense blue mixed with streaks of gold. My eyes shift to his bare and muscular chest when the pain starts to torment me again " It's gonna hurt" he explains gazing at me " I stitched it using the first aid kit that I found on the airplane." I try to stand up, but my legs are too weak. "I'm gonna grab you some water."he says. He looks so familiar.

I look around. There's the calm ocean, with water so sheer that you can see the bottom and in the distance, there's a crashed plane and a tent. As the man exits the tent I recognize him, he's the guy who I spilled my coffee at. He catches me staring at him and smiles awkwardly. He walks towards me and offers a  water bottle. I swallow it down. I didn't realize I was this thirsty.

As I try to stand up, my legs shake, luckily the guy prevents me from falling by catching me. His enormous arms hold me tight. I bath in his warmth and smell of mint. I feel as if when I am in his arms all my pain goes away. If I could only stay in his arms forever. What the fuck are you saying, you don't even know him!

I manage to turn around and ask him the most obvious question ever. I only wish this is a dream and that I'm still on that damn airplane heading to Rome. "What happened? " I ask slowly. "Well, the airplane broke and crashed on the island." he tells me. "I thought I was the only one alive but then this morning whilst I was fishing I found you and brought you to the shore. At first, I thought you were dead but then I saw your chest rising and falling... I did some chest compressions and rescue breaths, and you started to breathe normally. There was a lot of blood on your t-shirt so I took it off and found a really large opened wound. I managed to find a first aid kit inside the plane. I cleaned the wound and stitched it. I also cleaned the small scar on your leg"he informs me.

"Thanks" I replay "You saved my life..."I reach out and hug him tightly, as I start to shake. I close my eyes as a tear drops down my cheek. "I'm so sorry for what happened at the airport..." I mutter as he pulls me closer into his chest and strokes my long, blond, curly hair. "Look it doesn't matter. What happened happened... Now we need to move on, and survive." he says.

"What's your name by the way" I ask softly still holding him tight. "Tyler" "Alison"