Chapter 12 – Waves

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Oliver is gone when I wake up the dusk of morning, no doubt off on another business meeting or charming some other future investor. My itinerary for the day is basically nonexistent. It has been recommended that I make an effort to get at least a partial tan, but even on one of the most beautiful beaches in the world I find myself climbing up onto a rocking chair on the veranda and over thinking my life in general.

I'm sat here alone, with my head dropped into my hands. Silent sobs shaking my body, hugging a pillow to my chest, rocking back and forth as the tears fall. If asked, I couldn't even tell you why exactly I was crying. I was on a dream vacation, for fucks sake. I should be out enjoying it. Especially because after tomorrow, it would be all over. And I think that was why I was crying.

The thought of going back to reality and hardly seeing Oliver kind of hurt. Maybe I was falling for him. It was those damn kisses. I felt something. He didn't.

A soft knocking on the open door let me know Oliver was back. I drop the pillow and hastily wipe my face, but he's already standing on the porch, kneeling on the ground beside the rocking chair and rubbing calming circles into my back.

"What's wrong?" he asks anxiously,

"Did something happen?"

I shake my head, unable to catch my breath to speak. I just sit biting my lip and trying to get a hold of myself.

The longer I was quiet, the more Oliver seemed to come undone.

"Lissy please. Please tell me what's wrong."

He strokes back my hair, those ocean blue eyes searching mine.

"I'll fix it", he blurts before he can stop himself.

I give him a watery smile.

"That's the first time you've ever called me Lissy."

A faint blush tints the tops of his cheeks, and he drops his gaze to the chair.

"I didn't think I had the right to," he confesses softly.

"I thought it was a name reserved for your friends."

"And we're not friends?"

Two more tears slip down my cheeks but Oliver wipes them away with his fingers, placing his hands on both sides of my face.

"I'd like to think we are." He leans down hopefully and catches my eye.

"You're my friend. I'm not sure how you feel about me-"he smiles

A broken smile escapes my lips, and he leans back on his heels, looking pleased.

"There's that smile."

He waits patiently for another moment or two while I catch my breath and get myself together. Once I finally feel like I'm in control, I put on my best 'normal face'

"So how did the meeting go last night? Did Ray say anything else about the merger?"

"That's not—"

A very strange expression flits across his face. His eyes tightening around the edges, it was as if he was seeing me for the very first time. His lips part, but instead of answering my question, he drops his head, letting his hair spill across his forehead. When he finally does speak, his voice is soft and low.

"Please tell me what's the matter?"

But this is one problem my darling billionaire boyfriend can't fix.

I flash a tight smile, and shake my head.

He finally understands the subject is closed, but unwilling to leave me alone, he tries a different tack.

"Come to the beach with me?"

I glance around in surprise.

"Now?"

The beach is dark. Only the light of the full dusk moon reflected off the top of the waves, leaving the sand bathed in shadow.

He smiles and holds out his hand.

"If you like?"

For a second, I consider his offer. Then I lace my fingers through his open arms. I would like. In fact, I would like that very much.

We went to the beach a few minutes later.

"Is it cold?" I ask hesitantly, perching on the water's edge.

Oliver's already waded in up to his stomach. When he hears me speak, he turns around and gives me a breathtaking smile. The moon lights up his hair and eyes.

"It's warmer than you think", he offers me his hand.

"Come on".

He was right. At first I just dip in my ankle, but the water is as warm as bath, and I'm quick to scamper in.

Oliver laughs and whirls around.

"Are you afraid to get wet?"

I answer him with a resounding wall of water, it strikes him squarely in the face, and he stumbles back a step coughing and blinking salt water from his eyes.

"You little –"

The next second, he's chagrining through the waves. I scream and dive for cover, but I'm not fast enough. I may have perfected the art of splashing but Oliver had over a foot on me and strong muscular arms. It's not long before the two of us are dripping from head to toe.

We laugh ourselves out of the water and then stand together awkwardly on the deserted beach. There isn't a soul in sight.

No one around for us to keep up this charade. It's just him and me, and all these unanswered questions.

After a few minutes, he clears his throat uncomfortably.

"Listen, Felicity, there's something you should know. After you left the boat last night, i—"

"Look out!"

I leap automatically backwards as a huge wave barrels towards us, landing me squarely in Oliver's arms. He covers me protectively as water rains down over our heads, digging his feet into the sand.

When it's finished we stay still, panting and blinking the water from our eyes.

"Sorry" I gasp as I peer up at him.

"I didn't—"

He kisses me.

There's no one else around. No one watching but us.

I kiss him back.

Oh yes.. I had undoubtedly, most definitely, gotten in over my head…

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