C H A C E'S P. O. V

I wake up to the sound of seagulls flying above, the sun dazzling with vivacity, wind frosty, combining with the splashing of the waves.
The warmth of Hurricane's body seeps into mine, my arm protectively wrapped around her shoulders holding her close. She's like an angel, a kitten curled around me, her head on my chest and hand on my waist. Beaming like the Cheshire Cat, I lionize every scent of her.

I promptly feel my heart shrink with the impulse to find out where I stand. Where we stand. I need to find out how she feels about me, about us, the pangs for answers growing stronger with every passing minute.
I know what Hurricane's answer is going to be and it's slowly starting to kill me.

The only thing I want from her is to tell me that she felt a connection between us after spending time together since the beginning of last week and what if she didn't? Fuck, I felt it when she barged in on me with... the girl with the superficially annoying as hell voice, who made me want to eat dog shit with razor blades in them.

Hurricane shifts, her eyelids flutter open. She sits up and stretches her arms, her blond hair falling in waves over her breasts. Fuck. Me. She looks ten times sexier when she's waking up, I don't feel like broaching the topic. Hurricane already had enough to deal with and It's best if I forget and not remove that enchanting smile from her beautiful face. She's shown me bits and pieces about her vulnerable self which she chooses to hide underneath that tough exterior. That doesn't make her week.

I knew she had a lot going on in her mind after that panic attack she had the night before.
I'm still wanting to know what it was that almost caused her to distance herself from me. Don't be a selfish prick, I mentally scold myself as I grab a fist full of sand. It wasn't easy for her to open up to me and tell me things she's never shared with anyone, other than herself. What she wants is for you to be a friend, the conversation I had with Irene at the restaurant plays in my head. She wants to be able to trust again, she wants you to listen.

"Good morning," Hurricane says in a breathy tone, my body rousing. She pulls her knees to her chest. "Did you... um...Sleep well?" I swallow, letting the sand fall from my hands, grabbing another fistful and repeating the same to ease the rapid pounding in my heart.

She nods. "Yeah, I did. What about you?"
I avert my gaze to the sea, crossing my outstretched legs. "Can't complain, falling asleep in a beach sure is something." By something I mean having sex on the beach. Bloody hell. Hurricane laughs, suspiring in comfort. "Thank you for last night," she says, drawing crude symbols on the sand. "I needed that... sort of...and once again I'm sorry about all that I... you know.. said." Her face falls, converting into a frown.

"You don't have to apologize. You needed to blow some steam, and I'm not trying to sound like a dick, but can we have a change of subject? Because playing Jennifer Aniston isn't really my cup of tea." We both break into a giggle. "Want to get something to eat? I'm starving."

Getting up we walk towards where my motorcycle is parked. Slinging a leg over, I reach for Hurricane, our fingers swiftly brushing against each other's as I strap her helmet on. She climbs on behind me and we drive off.

"Table for two?" Irene asks with a genuine smile. She shows us a table near a booth where a candle is lit . I sit, scooting over so there's enough room for Hurricane. "So, what would you like to have?" Irene asks, taking out her notepad from her apron. "Bring is the usual." I order and Irene nods, this time walking away without the ass shaking.

Now is the perfect time to talk to her. It's simple. Just fucking talk to her already and you won't have to ruminate over this again.

"Ivy, can we talk?" I ask, once I'm finished eating. "Sure. What's up?" She takes a bite of her French fry, shoulders tensing a bit. "Listen, it's something that I need to know. It's pretty much a way of clearing the air and I don't want to make this anymore awkward as what I'm about to tell you now... it's been on my mind for quite sometime."

Placing her fork on her plate, she crosses her arms propping them on the table, tilting her head to look at me.

                               
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I V Y'S P.O.V

"It's about us," he begins, clenching his fists. "It's about the time when we first kissed... I'm just going to be upfront about it, I get it if you didn't feel anything. But don't expect an apology from me because I knew. I was fully aware of what I was doing," The magnificent blue of Chace's eyes sparkle zealously, crinkling at the corners. "And I'm not going to apologize for kissing you. I felt it. I want to know if you did too." He says, running a hand through his hair like he always does whenever he is stressed.

Chace's smile is rueful, taking note of the blank expression on my face. "I needed to blow a load too. I need to know if you felt it. You don't have to answer me now, if you say you didn't, your pretty much just lying to yourself however, I can work with that."

My pulse rate shot up, tearing my gaze away from his eyes. He is right. It's as if he has read my mind forcing me to admit it, but my reluctance to say so is giving me away. I glance up, biting my lip. This time it's my turn to clench my fists.

"I... I don't know," I lie. Chace scoffs, rolling his eyes at my attempt to avoid giving him my confirmation. "Your going to have to do a hell lot of convincing, sweetheart" he says, making my ears perk up. "Then let me put it this way : suppose your answer is a no, will you be able to look me in the eye and say it? Without staring at the floor?" He provocatively remarks, pink nicotine addled mouth, entwining into a self satisfied sneer.

Irene comes to take our empty plates, breaking the tension for a brief moment. I'm back to shitting my pants, as Chace lets out a low chuckle. "Reel it in, Hurricane."  "I didn't feel it."  "My face is up here, Hurricane."  "I... I didn't feel it..!" I stutter, lifting my chin to meet his blue gaze.

"Now say it without breaking the flow of your speech. And also say it in one short breath."

"Ok fine!" I raise my hands up in frustration. "Yes I sure as hell felt it, but I... I don't know what it means!" A few people sitting near by, turn to look at us. "It bothered me as much as it did to you and what we did was wrong. I want us to be friends, Chace. It's what I want."

Not entirely. I don't want to not know him. I feel the airwaves in my lungs go into spasm, repulsing the inclination to say it's a silly joke. But why be with someone when what we share is so fantastic, it's not going to go anywhere further?

Chace smiles, showcasing perfectly squared, white teeth, extending his hand for a shake. "Want to start over?"

I half smile, reaching my hand out and clasping it with his. "Friends?"

                                
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C H A C E' S  P. O. V

If she isn't ready, she isn't ready. It's as simple as that. I don't see myself as a guy who forces someone to do or get into things that they are not comfortable with. That isn't who I am. But putting aside our attraction for each other and what we share, I can't help the invisible stab of anguish I'm feeling in my chest. I don't see her as a friend.

Mayhap keeping our distance is what we need. It won't make any sense if by chance we end up being together, and our relationship isn't leading us anywhere. It's too soon to predict unless we both give it a try. But a part of me doesn't want to, because the thought of losing her scares the shit out of me.

With what little hope I have left in me, I'm not sure if I'll be able to survive without keeping my hands off Hurricane. The things I want to do to her... I think there's a five percent chance of me proving, this won't be so difficult.

Because I know she inherently wants me and I think I've got it covered on how to make it happen.

Oh, it will happen alright.