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Chapter 2


"You're so lame." Rachel chuckled as she pushed Bruce playfully up against the rail to the pier. It was cold, so she had wrapped her up in her winter coat and her purple earmuffs stuck out from underneath her brown hair.

Bruce had always thought people didn't go to the beach during the winter season, since the water was like ice and the wind made it impossible to find a warm spot. However, he had learned that Rachel was a beach person.

"Can we go now?" He pulled the coat around himself in a desperate attempt to keep his body warm. "I'm about to freeze to death."

She gave him a gentle smile that made sure that the next complaint would never leave his mouth. If she wanted to be here, so would he.

To his surprise, she wrapped him in a bear hug. "I will never let that happen." They stood and embraced each other like that for a while, so that their bodies could keep them warm. But to him it didn't really matter anymore, all she needed to do was to beam and he would feel warm immediately.

He kissed her on the forehead as he pushed her little closer, making sure that the wind would not destroy this moment. She snuggled her head between his neck and shoulder and let out a happy sigh. The sound of the ocean washed over him and his heart was about to burst with mysterious happiness. He knew, and would soon have to admit out loud something he had not wanted to meet for a long time. But now he felt that she would feel the same way, too.

He loved her.


She had stretched her feet out over his lap as they lay and relaxed on the couch at Rachel's apartment. The couch was large and good, and it seemed like they were all alone, since Rachel's roommate Sarah had gone to the cinema.

He knew he had to tell her how he felt. It had seemed so much easier in his mind, but now he seemed terrified.

"Rachel," he started, and tried to keep his voice firm. "I have to tell you something."

She pulled her head up from the pillow she had been resting on, her eyes fluttering open from her light nap. "What is it Bruce?"

He cleared his throat in a desperate attempt to gain some more confidence. "I think that, well … I'm really bad at saying this kind of things, but I think … No. I know that I love you, Rachel." He could feel the small blush rising up in his cheeks, but he was satisfied with himself. His voice had not shaken and he sounded determined, as if he had meant it ... As he had done with every cell in his body.

Her eyes immediately fell to the floor and she sighed. "It's sweet of you, but I'm not sure if true love really exists. Well, not for me anyway."

"But it does! It's right in front of you. Remember that you're not blind anymore." He didn't care if this was going against something she personally believed in, she just had to understand.

But she shook her head. "Maybe one day, but that day is not today." Helplessly he watched as her eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry I'm such a bother for you." She looked away while she desperately tried to not cry. And the last thing he wanted for her was that she would cry for him.

"You're never a bother," he said softly. He gently pushed her legs under him and leaned forward. He placed the lightest kiss on her lips and felt the surge of accomplishment as she smiled.


It was streaming of sunlight through the bright, clean windows, and it gave him more light to that he could see her. He rolled over to see her face and smiled to himself, while he watched her sleep. Her mouth was opened wide and her hair was just a mess. But he didn't care, she was still absolutely beautiful.

He gently kissed her on the shoulder, which woke her up. "Good morning, he whispered sweetly. He pulled the sheets tangled around her arms away so that the cool air would help her to wake up.

"Too early," she groaned and made a useless attempt to sneak back under the covers.

"Oh, no you don't," Bruce said and slowly pulled her up to his chest. She grumbled something incoherent and rested her head against his bare chest.

He couldn't resist enclosing his arms around her. Her skin was so soft and so elegant. It was as if he was in his own personal heaven. Because he knew that everything he would need was her. He could still not understand that she was his, and he hers.

She turned her head up against his face and giggled. Her dazzling eyes stunned him, and as she ran her fingers over his muscles, he knew that he was shivering. She looked back up at him and grinned.

"You really have turned into a very beautiful guy."

He let out a hearty laugh. "Actually, yesterday at one of the meetings at Wayne Enterprises, there were two ladies who asked if I met someone. They offered me their phone numbers, but I told them to keep it. I'm pretty sure they just did it since I'm the Wayne." He cleared his throat. "I think one of them was that woman who always was on that talkshow together with Mike Engel. That blonde, you know…"

Her face fell a little. "I remember her, she was super gorgeous." There was a long pause as she traced the circles on his palm. "Maybe you should give these women a try–"

"No," Bruce interrupted sternly. "You know what? No other girls in the world may believe that they can be compared with what I have right in front of me."

He watched hear smile happily, but he became aware of the hint of sadness in her eyes. But he forgot as soon as she kissed his cheek and whispered, "I love you."