Off season passed pretty uneventfully. Any romantic feelings that had developed seemed to simmer down. Till the night they came back for the 2009- 2010 King Crab season.

Jake had a chip on his shoulder.

No.

Jake was being a fucking asshole. To Ria especially. During offseason he had watched her get hit on by one too many guys, and it pissed him off. He was annoyed by her presence now. And to be honest he didn't know why.

"Dude. We have one fucking bathroom on this boat, could you have gone any slower?" Jake said glaring at Ria. Everyone was heading tot he bar that night to celebrate the last night on land. RIa narrowed her eyes.

"I was fixing my makeup Jake. It took like 5 minutes, get over it"

Jake pushed roughly past her, and slammed the door.

"Dick" she said storming to the stateroom and slamming the door. The others loooked blankly around. Ria and Jake never fought, so this was unusual.

Ria left for the bar with Freddie without waiting for Jake. When jake arrived he saw Ria sitting on a barstool talking to a guy. A guy.

What the fuck.

Anger swelled in Jake's chest, as he watched her talk animatedly to the guy laughing at something he said that probably wasn't funny. She caught his eye, and turned her head angrily away from him

She didn't want to deal with him,a dn his baggage right now. She continued her conversation trying to ignore him.

He, however cornered her outside when she went for a cigarette.

"I never took you for a slut. until now" He spat at her crossing his arms. She blew smoke angrily out of her mouth

"Im the slut? Fuck you Jake. So I talked to a guy, why do you even care and how the fuck does that make me a slut?"

When he didnt say anything she turned to leave

"Yeah does your new Boyfriend know you throw yourself at me every 5 seconds?"

She turned very slowly. Her eyes were huge

"What did you just say to me?"

He laughed, a cold laugh "You know exactly what I just said. Let's be real Lyrica" He had never called her by her full name before " You flirt with guys all the time, and come home and crawl into bed with me. i could have had you so many times and you and I both know that."

Hot tears sprang to her eyelids as she turned on her heel and stomped towards the docks.

Ria was washing her face when the guys returned home. She had packed her things and was going to get a hotel room for the night when the guys came back. She walked into the stateroom She caught Jake's eye.

"What are you doing?"

She turned away "Im getting a hotel room-

"Don't be fucking ridiculous Ria"

"Jake the shit you said to me was-

Jake stood up

"Cant you ever learn to fucking let shit go Ria."

"Jake. You called me a slut"

"Big deal!Youve said plenty of fucked up shit to me before and you dont see me holding a grudge."

Jakes eyes were blazing with anger.

"Jake calm-

"Dont fucking tell me to calm down!" He screame. She backed against the wall. This was the first time Jake had ever scared her.

"Jake please" He whirled around. Jake had never looked at her this way. It wasn't anger it wasnt rage. It was want, lust, need it scared her.

"Jake?"

She said softly reaching a hand out. He grabbed her hand and pulled it up to his heart letting it rest there. He pulled her closer to him, their bodies brushing against eachother. His eyes locked on hers, his expression terrifying her. Her heart pounded so loud in her chest she thought he could hear it. He leaned forward very slowly, his face only inches from hers.

His lips crashed down on hers, and her heart nearly exploded out of her chest. His mouth formed to fit hers as she wrapped one arm around his neck and he continued to hold the other against his heart.

He put his hand on her face running his fingers through her hair, as he traced his tounge against her bottom lip. He explored her mouth feeling a new feeling in his stomach. They broke apart, and Jake backed away.

He left the room leaving Ria confused, and wondering...

What the fuck had just happened?