A/N: Chapter 5. Read and Review.

I follow her into the water and she takes my hand as we wade in deeper. And it's never felt like the most natural thing in the world, holding her hand and letting the water wash over us. Before I know it, she's splashing me with water and a full out splashfest is happening both of us laughing hysterically, and I feel like a kid again. I feel like how it felt to run after that ice cream truck with a fistful of quarters in my hand from my dad, hearing the other kids running behind me and laughing because the ice cream truck always stops. It pretends like it doesn't see you...but it always stops.

"Okay, Okay, you win. You're the best freaking water splasher I've ever met! Ugh, I'm having a hard time even opening my eyes after that tsunami."

I laugh and give her a smug smile, noticing her rub the salt water out of her eyes. I walk closer to her and lift her hands from her eyes.

"Let me see." I place my hands on her face and look deeper into her eyes using the moonlight as a guide to try and see if she rubbed an eyelash in them. Noticing a lash on her eyelid, I blow softly on it and watch it disappear. I pull back a bit from her face and watch her carefully.

"Is that better?" I ask, gulping because I suddenly realize how close and how naked we are. She gives me a look I've never seen before and one I can't really describe.

"Yeah...it's perfect."

She gives me a breathtaking smile and grabs my hand leading me towards the shore, and I follow dutifully loving the way her hand feels in mine. Once we get to the sand, we slip our clothes back on and I briefly wonder if she wants me to take her home now. She places herself on the blanket and looks up at me.

"Do you want to go back?" I ask a bit fearfully because I don't really want this night to end so soon.

"No, do you?"

"Not particularly, no." I give her a smile and flop down beside her.

"Good. It's so nice out here. I don't think I've ever come to the ocean at night. It's peaceful, sort of calming. "

I watch her as she talks and notice the way the corner of her lip curls up when she's talking about something nice, and the way her finger is tracing circles on the skin just above her knee. I hand her the bottle of tequila and she knocks back a few gulps and then passes it back to me. I take a few gulps myself and we sit in silence for a while just watching the waves and passing the bottle back and forth. She looks at me suddenly with an intensity that could just be the alcohol, but something's telling me that that's not where the intensity is coming from.

"Do you feel it?"

I know what she's talking about but at that moment I'm indescribably scared, all of this is too real for me, too unknown. How can she be making me feel this way when I only just met her? This isn't something I'm used to, not having control over my feelings or what's happening. I don't answer her. I stare off into the ocean, hoping for some of that calm she was talking about to rub off on me. I feel her move closer to me and she grabs my hands.

"Tell me you feel it?" She begs.

And I'm forced to look at her, and it's her eyes that get me, the way those deep blue orbs that remind me of the ocean look into my own like they can see right through my soul. Her lips meet mine in the softest kiss, lips brushing against each other, barely there. And for an instant I think I've gone mad, wanting her lips against mine forever. The kiss intensifies as I grab her face and pull her in closer, loving the way her tongue flicks across my bottom lip asking for entrance. And I give it to her wholeheartedly as her kiss takes me to heaven.

We stumble our way to my car, me a bit tipsy, Spencer quite clearly drunk. I help her into the passenger seat while she mumbles something about this being the best night she's ever had. I smile to myself as I slip into the driver's seat and start driving. Now here's the dilemma, not that I'm tipsy because I seem to have a high tolerance for alcohol and can perform fairly well even when I am completely wasted. But that I have no idea where Spencer lives and the party would have been over a long time ago. I debate what to do, and finally decide that I have no choice but to take her to my house for the night, promising myself that I have to keep my hands off her especially in her drunken state, even if she throws herself at me.

I pull into my driveway, shutting off the car I turn to her only to see that she's looking at me with what could only be described as wanton lust. I inwardly groan, conjuring up images of bald Britney Spears trying to stalk me. Aaah, gone, that was easy. I help her out of the car and into the house, my body screaming from the way her hands keep running all over my stomach. I briefly entertain the thought of handcuffing her to the bed so she doesn't jump me, which only brings back even dirtier images of the two of us together. And this time, the Britney Spears gig doesn't seem to be working.

"Ashleeeeyy, come to bed with me, I want you in my bed." She slurs as I drag her up the stairs to my room.

"Uhh, I think it's a bit too early for that Spencer." I say, sitting her on the bed and kneeling in front of her so I can take her shoes off. She places her hands on my face and pulls me up to look at her with an adorable head tilt.

"No it's not. You can be my teddy bear."

And that's what broke any self control I had left. I have no idea how what she said could be so cute yet so unbelievably sexy at the same time. I almost run to the adjacent bathroom in a last ditch attempt to get some sort of control back. After taking a deep breath and splashing some cold water on my face, I make my way back to the bedroom only to find Spencer passed out, legs and arms sprawled out all over the bed looking like the cutest thing I've ever seen. I grab a blanket from the closet and cover her gently with it being careful not to wake her up. Giving her a kiss on the forehead I start walking towards the door, muttering a "Goodnight, Spencer" before I make my way downstairs.