Chapter Three:

My Words

"So Sawyer, did you miss me?" She said turning around.

With a nudge, "Why would you think that?"

"I dunno you looked kind of happy to see me." She smirked.

"Don't flatter yourself."

"Ooh cutting remarks, sounds a lot like my words of wisdom." She turned around and winked at him.

He nudged her again with the gun to make her go forward. She complied.

"Listen, Sawyer, I need your help an all but I'm not looking for you to go off and forgive me."

"And what'd make you think such a thing? Could it be my boiling hatred for you on my face?"

"Maybe." She turned around again. "I could help you, you know?"
"Oh, and how could you do that?"
"I could, tell you who it was that shot you." She moved in closer to him. "I could tell you where he was at this exact moment."

"And how would I know that it wasn't a trap. Just like I don't know if this is a trap."

"Trust me, if it was a trap it'd be far more clever than this." She brushed the gun to the side with her hand. She softly ran her fingers over his hand that was holding the gun. "Trust me?"

"Of course not." He grabbed her aggressively by the back of the neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She ran her fingers through his soft honey blonde hair. Their mouths moving in deeper and deeper with every kiss. He pushed her against the tree roughly, making a painful moan escape her mouth. She wanted more. He traced his fingers across her darkened bruised skin while passionately kissing. "Don't stop?" She never thought that this kiss, their first would be this gratifying. With every thrust of his tongue, she wanted more. With every touch, her skin would tingle. With every nibble her knees would grow weaker.

He broke the kiss and backed away. "No."

She sighed leaning back against the tree. "Come on Sawyer." She stood up and placed her hands firmly on her hips. "Surely you're not going to let me get the best of you." She moved closer to him fixing his collar, "You're supposed to be tough Sawyer, remember?" She winked at him, "A take no prisoners type of guy." She scoffed, "What's wrong with you? You've gone soft over little old me?"

He grabbed her hands and clasped them together tightly. "Don't, touch me."

"I figured you to be a rough and tumble guy. Guess I was wrong."

"What's with the act Abigail? I thought you needed my help?"

"I do. But no sense in hiding the real me. I mean, not that I was different when I was around you the first time. I'm just more aggressive this time around. No more bashful Abigail." She shook her head. "I'm sick of playing games." She smirked, "Unless, yah know, those type of games are in your forte."

"I promised myself, the next time I saw you I'd kill you."

She shook her head. "Looks like your plans not going as well as you wished."

"Not yet, but when you tell everyone else about who you are. You'll no longer be a liability. I'd be surprised if you survived a week."

"You keep forgetting one think Sawyer, I grew up on this Island. I know it like the back of my hand."

"But, how are you gonna survive in the jungle with all those critters?"
She didn't think of that. "I'll find a way."

"Doubt it."