We ended up landing back on Cole's bed. We were sore for a few days afterwards, just because his bed was actual rock.

That night, the moon trickled through the windows from the porch windows and softly lit up the room. Cole had curled up on his rock bed, while I sat on the trundle bed that was tucked underneath his. Apparently, whoever designed his room knew that he may need a second bed in case the rock one didn't work out.

But Cole didn't complain.

I pulled the fluffy blanket further over my shoulders and sighed. I couldn't sleep, so here I had sat watching the moon and stars twinkle above my head. I stood, and made my way onto the porch, my blanket dragging behind me. In the distance, you could hear waves crashing onto the shore of the island and the quiet rustle of leaves blowing in the wind. It was peaceful.

A soft embrace from behind startled me and I spun to face a weary Cole. His hair tousled and chocolate eyes half open made him look like a cute puppy. More than usual.

My heart thundered in my chest. I held my breath, hoping he couldn't hear it.

He smiled at me, and I narrowed my eyes. "Did I wake you up?" I whispered warily.

He shrugged in return and stood beside me, leaning against the railing. "The door squeaked when you came out. Little did you know, I'm a very light sleeper."

I winced. Whoops. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine." He cut me off with a smile. "I had to make sure you were okay anyways."

I smiled and leaned against the railing too. "I just can't sleep. So I came out here to look at the stars."

He nodded, and for a moment we hung in silence. I closed my eyes and leaned into the wind as it ruffled my hair. They snapped open again at the sound of something being rolled on wood. And I was met with the trundle bed, which was pushed outside by Cole. Under the bed were wheels, and I guess the bed itself was detachable from the rock bed.

He pushed it up against the window to his room, and the idea finally clicked into my head.

I handed him my blanket, revealing my simple shorts and oversized T-shirt I wore to bed. In a flash, I was back in the room, grabbing all the blankets and pillows I could possibly carry and bringing them back outside. Cole smiled as he took them from me, his eyes sparking with joy.

And so we set up an outdoor fort. We stretched the blankets above the bed to hang above our heads, and the pillows were thrown up against the walls to hold the warm in. I quickly crawled in, and huddled up between the soft pillows. Instantly, I felt relaxed and an eased sigh escaped my lips.

Cole crawled in after me, and he looked me over with some emotion written in his eyes. I couldn't determine what exactly, but he seemed overjoyed. He unfolded a blanket and laid it over me. A quiet thank you was the only thing I could muster.

He slid down into the bed beside me, laying on his side facing me. Beautiful black hair fell in his face and I had to physically restrain myself to not push it out of his eyes. I tore my gaze away, breaths rugged.

My stomach ached and my hands grew sweaty. And then I began to realize... this boy... I might love him.

I sucked in a gasp of air and clamped my mouth shut. Not able to breathe. I was enveloped in chills, prickling up on my skin, and I rubbed my hands up and down my arms. My stomach twisted and turned. Say something to him. No! I can't. No no. Nonono.

But before I could finish arguing with myself, Cole sat up, uncertainty written across his face. He rubbed the back of his neck with a hand and chewed at his lip.

Say it. I silently willed him. Say something. Do something.

"I-" he began, and turned to meet my eyes. The world slowed, and I was lost.

It was like swimming in the ocean, without energy or paddle or boat to rescue me. I was sinking, and I was okay with it.

I felt his hand grab mine, and I flinched, uncertain. Is this actually happening?

Slow breath in.

Deep breath out.

He leaned closer, and I scooted closer too. Our eyes didn't break, and it was if he was asking me permission.

I couldn't answer.

The raven haired boy leaned his forehead up against mine and I instantly melted under his touch.

"What are we?" He whispered, his voice nothing more than a wisp of air.

I shook my head, my eyes dropped to our hands. "Idontknow." I rushed out, like ripping off a band-aid. My heart grew wings and practically flew out of my chest.

He held his breath and pulled away from me. The cold from where he used to be made me ache.

I looked up to him, mouth hanging open. I met his eyes, and I think I discovered what was written in his eyes earlier. He hid away from my gaze, but I came closer to him.

I hesitated, but with a silent pep talk, I made a move.

I laid my head on his chest, listening to the sweet rhythm of his heart beat. I felt him tense under my touch, but I didn't retract.

"Goodnight." I whispered, happier than I could ever imagine.

I felt his arm wrap around me and his head rest against mine as I drifted into sleep.