Hey guys. Remember me? Ha. I am so sorry I have neglected FF for this long but school was insane this year and I had no free time. I really want to finish this story, it's my baby, so please enjoy and I PROMISE there is more to come. I love you all! Review and tell me what you think!

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You know those mornings, the ones when everything is so quiet and dream-like? The air is warm and windless, the sky is blue and a little foggy, and the sun is slightly obscured from view. Hiding behind tiny clouds taking form. Mornings where everything is just too peaceful and serene to be true?

That's how it started, that morning. With the deep seated feeling of unease, because everything was too perfect.

Troy stirred next to me in bed, pulling the sheets a little more towards his side. I snuggled in closer to him, the balcony door was slid open and a slight California breeze wafted in. I felt him adjust his position and circle his arms around my body in one fluid motion. Warmth returned to my body as I sighed with happiness. I loved this new normal. Every morning I woke up next to him, the sun shining through the sheer hotel curtains as we awoke. It was perfect.

I honestly couldn't say how long we'd been in this hotel, a few weeks? What did it matter though, we were shut off from the world and encased in a bubble all of our own. It was just what I needed. Troy insisted on covering the room expenses with his credit card, I didn't dare protest. He usually won most of these battles. I sometimes didn't remember how to say no to him in those situations, those liquid blue eyes were too much.

He also insisted we were fine, staying here so long. Of course I knew I was fine. No one would be looking for me. but for him, he had a family and I knew there must have been something going on. he said he'd laid it out to his father before leaving and that no one was going to flip out and send a search party or anything after him. But somehow I knew this wasn't entirely true, he fed it to me to keep me from worrying. But deep down I couldn't see his family being that understanding. From what I knew they weren't all too compassionate. He clashed with his father constantly and his mother didn't have a backbone.

But it wasn't like anyone could reach him now, it was too late. He'd lost his phone in the water while rescuing me. another thing swallowed up by the cove.

I faced Troy, a smile on my lips. "Morning." I tapped his nose playfully.

He grabbed my hand before I could pull it back and brought it to his lips, gently kissing it.

"Good morning." His voice was like velvet in the morning, slightly raspy but smooth. He leaned in closer, shifting himself so he was now on top of me and kissed my forehead. My head swam dizzily. I reassessed myself, and felt even dizzier. Yes, this was real. I was this lucky.

I still felt like I was dreaming sometimes.

I laced my arms around his neck and pulled my self up to kiss him. He kissed back, deeper. His hands roaming my bare body, I shivered and smiled into the kiss.

He pulled away and laughed. gently, he brushed some of my hair back, tucking it behind my ear. His eyes were locked in on my face, and they held this deep thoughtful look to them.

"What?" I asked, confused. Why is he looking at me like that?

He grinned, his white teeth shining perfectly down at me. "Nothing." He smirked and leaned down for another kiss. He lifted himself off me and got out of bed. Searching the large suite for his clothes. He navigated his way around until he found them, crumpled up in a ball by the couch. Where'd I'd thrown them last night. I felt warmth in my cheeks return just thinking about it.

He slipped them on quickly and went back over to me. I was sitting up now, stretching and yawning.

"Going somewhere?" I raised an eyebrow at him. I slid out of bed to stand up, facing him now. He grinned and wrapped his arms around my small frame.

"Yes, actually. How would you like some breakfast in bed? I saw a bakery down the road. Looks worth trying out. I'll bring back some coffee and bagels?" he asked me sweetly. His warm hands felt so good on my bare frame. I smiled and nodded my head.

"That sounds amazing. You sure you know your way around okay?" after all this was my hometown. He grew up in new Mexico his whole life. But it was a small city. He couldn't really get lost.

"I'll manage," he laughed as I walked him towards the door. "But, for this to actually be breakfast in bed you'd better be in that bed when I get back, Ms. Montez."

His hand on the doorknob he turned back to me with a smile. Clutching his keys in his hand.

"Oh don't you worry I'll be here, waiting for you." I said devilishly, cocking my head to the side just a little. What had gotten into me?

Troy's eyes started at my feet and worked there way up my whole body. He grinned mischievously.

"I'll hurry back!" he winked. And was out the door the next second. I padded back to the bed, then changed my mind and headed towards the bathroom. I needed the warm water falling over me, the steam of the shower.

I shivered when my feet came in contact on the cold tile, as I turned the knob on the shower and thrust open the curtain. My clothes were stripped off and I was in the shower, hot water covering me, in a matter of seconds. I sighed and let my mind wander. How had all this happened so fast? I was in this perfect state, completely at ease with the world. Troy was the only thing I needed right now.

That and a bagel. My stomach growled loudly as I got dressed in a bikini and shorts. I dried my long hair and slid on a small tank top. I felt totally new. Where was troy? It had been long enough for him to reach the bakery and back by now. Maybe he had gotten lost, this town was sort of tricky if you didn't know it like the back of your hand. Like Peyton and I did. we could navigate our way around anywhere. Day or night.

We knew all the best ice cream parlors—where the counter guys gave you free scoops—all the shadiest beach spots, and quiet hideouts like the cove that we randomly came across. It was like our own world back then.

I was getting a little restless now. There was this deep feeling in the pit of my stomach for some reason. I couldn't place it. I shrugged it off as hunger, even though it felt like some odd premonition. Whatever.

I strutted across the room to the balcony door and slid out, the day was turning slightly hazy. But here, it made the beach look even more irresistible, the houses even quainter, and the palm trees even more picturesque. I loved it. The air smelled humid and tropical, and a slight breeze brushed over me gently. Today was a perfect day.

I heard the door open abruptly. The lock clinking against the wall. Troy must be back then. Good, I thought. I was starved.

I smiled and pivoted around, making my way into the suite once again.

I can tell you exactly what I expected to see. Troy. With a bag of bagels and two cups of coffee. What I was met with, I couldn't have guessed even if faced with the same situation over and over again.

Tall, panting, and outrageously, furiously angry.

Chase.

Every single bone in my body froze. My brain stopped working. My breath caught. My muscles went limp in shock. I couldn't see, couldn't feel, and couldn't think. Everything shut off.

Today was a perfect day. Correction. Today was supposed to be a perfect day.