Charlie was walking on the beach, holding his sandals in his hand and letting the sand run between his toes. Suddenly his vision went black.

"Guess who." Came Claire's voice.

Charlie turned around letting his arms fall around her and smiled. "Hey beautiful." He said letting the charm he had used on many one night girls come into his voice.

Claire smiled. "We do have some talking to do. I was thinking maybe somewhere with grass where we can be alone."

Charlie nodded moving his hand and then holding hers. He began walking towards the trails.

They came to a spot close to where they played golf but far enough away so that if anyone came it wouldn't interrupt their talk. Charlie sat down and Claire lay down easily, finally not having the weight of a baby on her. She put her head on Charlie's leg. She took a breath. "I like you Charlie. But the thing is I've come to the realization that we might never get off this island. And I have a son, who I was told was special. And I don't want to get you involved in something that you really shouldn't have to be involved in." A crease came across her forehead.

Charlie smoothed her hair back. "Claire, what if I want to be involved. I've mad mistakes in my life, but if I get serious with you…" He stopped, it seemed to analyze his words. He remembered the last women he'd spoken to like this. Then he remembered he was here with Claire now. "….that wouldn't be a bad thing…at all."

She smiled up at him. "Your so sweet Charlie." She bit her lip a little. Charlie leaned down and kissed her. He'd never had kisses like this before. He'd had bad kisses, with spit and tongue in places they didn't belong. When he just couldn't get in sync with the girl. And he'd had good kisses where the world disappeared and it all felt right. But this was different. It was almost like they were one for just a few moments. The world was gone except for them. And nothing seemed out of place. He could have gone on like this forever. But she pulled back. But that was fine to. He could look at her. He enjoyed watching Claire. Finding new freckles he hadn't noticed before, or the way her eyes had flecks of gold. Maybe a line or a birthmark he hadn't noticed before.

With Claire everything was good. It didn't matter if it was watching her breath as she slept at night to kissing her to just holding her hand. He had only felt this way once before. And even that wasn't this perfect. With Claire he could find an ecstasy and excitement drugs could never give him.

"What are you thinking Charlie?" Claire asked him.

"About how perfect you are." He smiled at her moving so that he could lay down beside her and doing his best not to disturb her.

"Your sweet." She said running her hands through his hair.

"You asked a question I told the truth." He said grinning. She smiled back. Perfect. "Claire…." He couldn't find the words. He wanted to ask how he'd managed to get her. How he deserved her. How she could stay with a has been, only recently clean junkie.

A/N I know my writing is a bit different. I've been reading a lot of Anne Rice lately and I think it refelects that some.