Strawberry shaped Love

My Sweet Jack, Where are you?

~Aurora's pov~

We were both sitting on the bed, eating breakfast quietly, with the exception that he was reading a magazine and I was staring at him trying to figure him out.

"Are you going to keep staring at me, or do I need to give you something to look at?"

His devious grin appeared. I just glanced away, angrily munching on my sandwich.

How did he manage to appear so unbothered?

Someone suddenly chewed into my sandwich. NO ONE EVER TOUCHES MY FOOD!! I gasped. I turned to yell at him, but his innocent grin softened my rage.

Before pointing his sandwich towards me, he quickly wiped the sauce from his lips.

"Want to try mine?" He asked. I looked over at him. Was I really going to bite a sandwich that a stranger wants me to take a bit out of?

I decided to take a bite since I was so tempted. What can I say except that I'm a total foodie.

"Mmh, this is really-"He wiped the sauce off my lips before he licked his finger.

"You can have mine. I don't feel hungry." He got out of bed and handed me his sandwich. He ripped his shirt off, and I quickly closed my eyes to stay in control.

"You've seen me shirtless several times; why are you so shy now?" He laughed.

He knew he was hot and exploited it, which irritated me. I hate cocky men.

"I'm going to take a shower. Whatever you want to do, do it." As he grabbed up his towel, he said. With a hint of anger, I chewed on the sandwich in my hand.

"I don't need your permission." I grumbled. He chuckled and entered the bathroom.

I decided to go up to the deck of the boat. As soon as I climbed up to the deck the breeze blew through my hair, and the smell of the sea soothed my frustrated mind.

It reminded me a lot of the Titanic.

My Jack, however, is not here.

I decided to walk back to my room, but I ran into Celia who had seen us.

As she spoke to me, her face was flushed.

"I-I'm very sorry Aurora, I didn't realize-"

"Oh, no, it's all right, it wasn't your fault." My face flushed.

"However, if you don't mind, I actually came to grab the box." She asked shyly.

"Of course, follow me."

We talked as we walked to my room. I opened the door and peered inside.

Tobias turned to face me as water trickled down his body and soaked through the towel that was dangling dangerously low around his waist. I slammed the door shut, scaring Celia. She gave me a wide-eyed stare.

"What happened?" She asked. I gulped anxiously and turned to face her, my face flushed.

"U-Uh, I just realized the room is a little messy. Let me fix it for a minute, and then you can come in!" I rambled uncomfortably. She laughed and nodded.

I crept in and cautiously opened the door before locking it.

I turned to face Tobias, who was drying his hair.

"Are you crazy!? Come on, put your clothes on!" I yelled in hushed tones.

He stared at me innocently, as if he had no idea what he was doing.

"But I'm still wet?" He stated. I began pushing him into the bathroom.

"You can dry yourself there and stay put until I say so!" I threatened.