Chapter 7

"Cal, what the hell are you doing here?" Rose jumped up before stalking over to Cal who was standing at the entrance to the cave. Jack stayed where he was. He knew Rose could handle herself and he didn't particularly want to get involved with Cal but he knew he'd be right by her side if she needed him.

"What are you doing here Rose? And...with him?" Cal looked Jack over with disgust in his eyes.

"How is that any of your business Cal?" Rose moved in front of him, blocking his view of Jack.

"I was worried about you sweet pea." Cal moved closer to her and reached out to take her hand. Rose pulled it away from him like he was on fire and she didn't want to get her fingers burnt. "Why don't you come back to the beach with me?"

"No, I'm absolutely fine here Cal. Now will you please go?" Rose pointed back down the direction that Cal had came.

Cal tried arguing with her a bit longer before finally giving up. He didn't like this. He didn't like Jack. What was he doing with his Rose? Cal tried to understand this in his head as he wandered back down the beach.

"I'm sorry about him." Rose turned back around to Jack who was still sitting against the rock. She knelt down beside him, their faces almost touching.

"It's not your fault. No need to be sorry." Jack smiled, lifting his hand back to her cheek.

Rose lifted her hand onto his. She turned her head into his hand and kissed his fingers gently before turning back to look at him. Jack couldn't hold back and longer. He leaned forward and kissed her bottom lip tenderly, almost sucking on it. Rose sank back into him and he lifted her up onto his legs, holding her close, his lips never leaving hers.

After a few minutes, Rose pulled away from him, her eyes burning into his.

"Maybe we should head back. I'm surprised they've not sent a search party since Cal went back. Who knows what he's told them. I was half expecting him to go back and tell them you were keeping me here against my will." Rose laughed at her own joke.

Jack grinned. He kissed her gently again before speaking. "Sure, come on then."

Rose stood up and held her hand out to Jack who took it, pulling himself up. They wandered back up the beach, hand in hand, in complete silence. Rose let go of his hand before lifting it up and putting it over her shoulder. She leaned in to him as they walked, wrapping her arm around his waist. She was completely comfortable with him even though they didn't really know each other. The light from the fire was getting brighter as they walked closer and they could start to hear the laughs and chatter coming from the crowd of people that were huddled around the flames.

"Jack! Where have you been?" Tommy came bounding towards them; he'd clearly had quite a bit to drink. Rose laughed as he staggered about in front of them. Tommy suddenly stopped when he realised who Jack was with.

"Well, well, well." Tommy winked. "So this is who you were with?"

Jack glanced at Rose. "Rose and I were getting better acquainted."

Rose giggled, knowing exactly what he meant.

Tommy walked alongside them as they made their way to the crowd of people. Rose kissed Jack's cheek before she walked back over to her friends. Jack noticed Cal sitting at the side, his face like thunder. He clearly wasn't happy about walking in on him and Rose. Jack couldn't even make himself care, he was on cloud 9. He'd wanted to get to know Rose better and he hoped that they would be able to spend more time together. He couldn't shake the feelings from his head though that he'd met her before. He knew it was crazy, Rose had lived here her whole life and He'd been in Wisconsin, two thousand miles away.

As the fire raged on, Jack sat between Amy and Fabrizio, listening to people trying to sing ridiculous songs and tell ghost stories. They broke down laughing because no one could take the stories seriously. There was too much hilarity going on. Jack sang along whilst every so often, stealing looks at Rose who was sitting across from him. She flirted with her eyes, as if she was replaying their time in the cave over and over in her head. Jack smiled at the thought.

Eventually the group started to break away. Jack looked at his watch in the bright fire light and realised it was now 4am. He was getting tired and felt that he could maybe do with a couple of hours sleep. He could see many people had crashed out, lying under blankets and in sleeping bags. Jack was glad he had lifted his sleeping bag; he didn't fancy sleeping on the sand. He stood up and walked over to where his things were and picked up his sleeping bag, almost dropping it when a set of hands came over his eyes.

"Rose!" he exclaimed, turning round to face her.

"Are you going to sleep?" She asked him, biting her bottom lip.

"Yeah, just for a couple of hours. What are you doing?" Jack knew what he wanted her to say.

"I'm not sure. I was quite tired myself." She looked at him knowingly. "Can I lie with you? I've only got this blanket."

Jack looked surprised. "Are you sure?"

Rose nodded. "We could open your sleeping bag out and lie on my blanket." She suggested.

"That sounds like a good idea." Jack smiled, unzipping the sleeping bag completely. "Come here." He held out his hand. Rose took it and followed him as Jack led them to another part of the beach, just slightly away from everyone else. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep with the constant talking and the light from the fire.

Rose placed the blanket down on the sand and sat down on it. She pulled her sandals off and threw them to the side. Jack sat down next to her and pulled off his shirt, despite it being early in the morning, the air was still warm. Rose looked at him with appreciation. He was impeccable, so well defined and muscular. He rested back on his elbows, watching Rose intently as she removed her light jacket. He lay down flat on his back waiting to see what Rose was going to do. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, just in case she was just looking for somewhere to stay warm. Rose scurried in next to him; resting her head on his shoulder and draping her arm across his stomach. Jack wrapped his arm around her and gently kissed her forehead before resting his chin against her hair.

Yet again, as if they were waiting on something in particular to happen, the images came again. Jack could see he was still on this boat, but he felt as though he was in danger. The girl that looked like Rose was in his arms again. They were standing at the back of the ship and he had kissed her forehead the same way he had just done.

What did all this mean? Jack wondered if he should tell Rose about what he was seeing. Would she think he was crazy?

Jack decided to wait to see if anything else happened before he would say anything. He didn't want to scare Rose off; he was enjoying how things were going with her. He kissed her forehead again as if willing her to look at him. As if reading his mind, she lifted her head to look at him, smiled and planted a soft kiss on his lips. She rested her head back down on Jack's shoulder and gripped onto his stomach, enjoying feeling the softness of his skin against her. Jack pulled the sleeping bag up over them and stroked Rose's shoulder until he felt her go limp in his arms. Eventually he managed to tear his eyes away from her and finally fell asleep.