Hope you like the continuation! I actually have a rough plot for this story, for a change. Instead of just fumbling around not quite sure what I'm doing. But maybe that's just the way I roll... Enjoy!

Keenan didn't know what had compelled him to act as foolishly as he did this instant. He just had to follow her. Tavish and Niall had already tried to talk some sense into him, but to no avail. He was determined. He walked a few metres behind her, making sure she didn't spot him. Her raven hair swayed in the almost-summer breeze, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch it. He saw her enter her house and close the door behind her. He stood outside for a few moments, contemplating if he should act now. He felt a strange pull towards her and needs he hadn't felt in a long time. All he wanted to do was caress her cheek and promise her the world.


Keenan sat in his loft, staring out the window. Outside his park was starting to blossom. Flowers were springing to life, the trees shaking off the remains of spring. They were trying to at least. They didn't have enough strength to fully grow and thrive. Keenan didn't have enough strength.

Tavish lay sprawled out on the sofa, his arms around one of the Summer Girls. She was sound asleep and Tavish was absently stroking her hair. Niall stood in the corner of the room, also gazing out the window, his mind elsewhere.

In the midst of the silence which had slowly begun to infiltrate the loft, Keenan could hear Tavish chuckling.

"What are you laughing at?" Keenan asked, sounding worn out and defeated.

Tavish's chuckle turned into laughter, his chest rumbling, causing the Summer Girl to stir.

"Just remembering this morning's encounter."

Keenan didn't bother replying. Instead he just sighed. He now heard Niall trying to stifle a laugh.

"It's not anything to laugh at," Keenan grumbled.

"You have to admit it was pretty funny, bro." Tavish continued stroking the Summer Girl's hair after he had calmed down from his sudden outburst. Niall looked at him skeptically at his sudden gangster-like reference.

"Do you think Aislinn is the one?" Niall asked.

Keenan had to ponder that for a moment. Am I willing to turn her into just another pawn in this game I'm forced to play?

Keenan stood from the sofa and began pacing back and forth. He didn't have any answers, and he felt ignorant for not being able to answer them this moment in time.

"It would be great if she was the one, though." Tavish added. "You have after all been searching for a long time."

It was true. He had been searching for a long time. He had been, and still was, a Summer King searching for his queen; the one who would complete him. What everyone thought was frivolous flirting and playboy-like tendencies, was actually him searching, trying to find her. He had come close several times, but always felt the disappointment wash over him when his last hope was crushed. The girls had been crushed too. None of them could forgive him for claiming their heart, and then having to leave them for the next girl. Because there was also a small chance that the next girl might be the one. Until now, for the last nine centuries, Keenan had felt the loss and disappointment countless times.

The girls were often left broken and in a state of sorrow. After being touched by fae, which was what he was, the girls would eventually become Summer Girls; girls who crave his company and touch. Girls who, when being away from him too long, would eventually turn into nothing more than a summer breeze.

Aside from the disappointment Keenan sometimes felt, he also felt a longing. A longing to be whole, to have someone to rule beside him. He wished for someone who loved him for who he was, not what he was. How he longed to find those arms in which he belonged in. Maybe Aislinn could be the one?

He wasn't about to give up so easily. He had responsibilities, people he cared about. He had to find her, not just for his own personal gain, but for the good of his court. For all the other fae he led, and cared for. Summer was meant to be happy, and the Summer King was not happy. He wanted love.

Completely lost in thought, Niall had to call his name several times before Keenan reacted.

"Keenan? Anyone home?" Niall was suddenly standing next to him, waving his hand in front of Keenan's face.

Keenan woke from his distant state, his mind now set on the goal which lay ahead of him.

"I'm not giving up!" He said confidently, his chin now raised and spirits high. He could hear Tavish cheer half heartedly from the sofa.

But Keenan's high spirits faltered slightly as he assessed the task ahead of him. How was he to go about this? Usually the girls would jump at the chance to talk to him. They would swarm around him, and almost queue up to be his. Literally. This girl seemed intimidated in a way, and not the way one is intimidated by being in the company of handsome men. She looked scared. He would have to go about this differently. He would have to persuade her to trust him in some other way. Tempt her, and then retreat. That was his way of life.

Niall could obviously sense his insecurity and said with a smirk. "Is that insecurity I sense, O' Sir Heart Throb?"

Keenan only responded by sighing, his shoulders slumping slightly and his gaze at the floor. "I don't know how to do this. I don't think she likes me."

Niall always had the right things to say when Keenan felt defeated.

"That's just because she hasn't had a taste of sunshine yet. Ask her out, shower her with compliments, make her feel special, and when she least's expect it, seduce her until she cannot say no."

Keenan contemplated this advice, only to be interrupted by one of Tavish's crude comments.

"You know, you're just making him sound like an upper class rapist." Tavish had his eyes closed, so he couldn't see the threatening look Niall gave him.

Keenan just nodded his head, repeating to himself Niall's advice. He couldn't wait until later, or tomorrow even. He had to ask her now. He had to start his quest now. She could be the one, and there was no time to waste.

He sprang towards the door, shouting that he would be back later as he left the loft. He assessed the plan as he ran down the street, with faery speed.

He would seduce her until she couldn't form words. He would make her fall for him, hard. And he would persuade himself to love her too.


Aislinn sat at home, drinking a hot cup of tea and reading a book, curled up in the sofa. She looked absently out the window. Flowers were blooming in their garden and the apple tree was blossoming. She felt so at peace with the world in that instant, that nothing could have prepared her for what she saw walking with an acquired swagger towards her front door.

It's him.

How did he find my house? What is he doing here? Maybe if I hide now, he won't think I'm home.

She leapt from the sofa, spilling the remains of her tea on the carpet. She dashed into the hallway, seeing his disfigured shape through the tainted glass beside the front door as he knocked.

She didn't answer the door. All she did was stand a few feet from it, not moving. He didn't go away. He knocked again, trying to peer through the tainted glass. There's no way he can see me, can he?

Sure enough, she saw his figure waving at her through the glass. She cursed silently, before grudgingly opening the door.

He was even more beautiful than she remembered from earlier, and the sight made her breath hitch in her throat. His blonde hair seemed almost like copper, even in the faint sunlight. Yet, it was his eyes that mesmerized her. They now almost seemed to depict waves crashing on the shore, their blueness leaving her overwhelmed. It was his voice which grounded her again.

"Hi," he greeted her, smiling a dazzling smile which would bring most girls to their knees.

Her look of astonishment quickly faded when she remembered the other girls; the countless girls he had dated and left in pieces. She pulled her body into its defense position, her arms crossed over her chest and her chin held high. She took a deep breath, concentrating on not getting distracted by his looks and keeping her tone harsh.

"What do you want?" She sounded cold… and unloved.

She saw him waver slightly at her harsh tone. He controlled his expression, keeping his dazzling smile in place. He leaned his hand on the doorframe, making it hard for her to slam the door in his face without possibly injuring him. He didn't shift his gaze from hers.

"I just wondered if you wanted to take a walk with me? Maybe go out for coffee?"

He looked calmly at her, anticipating her answer. He looked at her pleadingly. Her thoughts were all jumbled. Why was this beautiful boy asking her out for coffee? She hardly knew him. She was only really aware of his reputation. She didn't know the boy behind the good looks.

She almost agreed, until her common sense kicked in.

"How did you even find my house?"

He looked at her from under his lashes, grinning.

"I do own a copy of the Yellow Pages, Aislinn."

She gave him the most skeptical look she could muster, not believing his excuse for one moment. He sighed, looking like his was caught red handed. He didn't remove his hand from the doorframe. Instead he inched himself closer, his face now just a few inches from hers.

She was stunned at how husky his voice turned.

"Actually… I followed you home earlier."

She could sense his warm breath in her face, causing her to shiver. Why is he admitting this to me?

He brought himself even closer to her now, their noses just about touching each other. She tried telling him to move, but she couldn't. The words were stuck in her mouth, not willing to break the silence between them. His left hand still rested on the doorframe, while he brought his right hand up to touch her cheek.

She didn't waver from where she stood. She refused to be the one who broke the contact. Her eyes focused on his, yet she tried to keep herself from drowning in their alluring nature.

Her voice was faint.

"Would you please sto-"

She couldn't finish the sentence, as she was distracted by his fingertips which had moved from her cheek to her jaw line, travelling further down her neck and leaving a burning sensation in their wake.

"Aislinn…" he murmured her name, sending chills down her spine. She felt dizzy and somehow not in control of her body.

She couldn't do this. She didn't even know him. As she quickly came to terms with the fact that she was this close to an almost complete stranger, had her crashing down from the clouds she had been floating on.

In as swift a movement as she could muster, while her head was still spinning, she brought her hands up to rest on his chest for only a split second, before she shoved him out of the doorway. He stumbled backwards, looking dumbfounded at her and hurt.

She quickly gathered her posture and hastily muttered words of apology before slamming the door shut.

She rested her back against the closed door and let herself sink to the floor. She exhaled in frustration. She traced her fingertips where he had touched her so delicately. She could still feel the burning sensation which lingered on her skin from his touch.