This chapter is short. Very short. But I promise I make it up in the next chapter...I hope you guys like it...ang

When I wake up, I feel her eyes on me. "What?" I ask softly.

"When does coffee get here?" she asks quietly.

I glance at the clock. "About ten minutes." I admit.

"You're the best boyfriend ever." She lifts herself up and touches her lips to mine softly.

I smile. "I knew that."

She grins. "So, what are the plans for the day?"

I shrug. "We didn't strictly make any, actually. Mostly just lounge on the beach in November I suppose." And make sure your mother doesn't try to ruin my beautifully planned dinner.

"When have you ever been able to just lounge on the beach?"

I meet her sparkling eyes. "Don't look at me like that love. I can sit on the beach with the best of the beach bums."

She bites her lip. "Beach bums surf Finn." She whispers. "Are you saying you're taking to the ocean? Giving up the control?"

I breathe deeply. She is entirely too perceptive for her own good. "Do we have to go there?"

I close my eyes as she kisses me softly. "Not if you don't want to. I do however think that we're going to go there eventually." She whispers as she pulls back.

I pull her to me tightly. "I don't know if I'm ready love. I just don't know."

I feel her nod against my chest. "You won't find out if you don't try."

"She would have loved you. Nearly as much as I do, I think." There's a knock at the door, and I kiss her forehead softly. "That'll be the coffee." I swing my legs off the bed and grab a pair of boxers from the floor, padding over.

As the waiter rolls the breakfast cart in, she pads out of the bedroom in a soft silk robe. I tip the man quickly, and lean against the wall to watch her savor the coffee, her eyes closed as she sways slightly. She glances at me oddly. "Aren't you drinking coffee?" she nods at the cart.

I smile. "Actually, I was watching you. Did you know you dance with your coffee?"

She blushes softly. "I don't think you've ever mentioned it, no."

I push away from the wall, and cross to her, trapping my fingers in her hair as I meld my lips to hers. "You do." I whisper as I pull back.

She shrugs. "At least I don't name the coffee pots at the hotels." She moves over to the terrace, and I can't help but laugh. Liar. You do so.

I pour myself a cup, and follow her, sitting down at the large table. "So you're saying if I were to call it say…Campbell, that would be okay?" I see her tense along the rail of the terrace.

"Sure." She clips, muttering softly to herself.

I sip the coffee slowly. "You're sure love?"

She turns to me, and I nearly wince at her glare. "Its name is Stefan. I don't want to hear it." She clips, sipping her coffee.

"See, now honesty is always the better policy love. Always."

She sticks her tongue out. "I'm going to change so we can go lounge on the beach like the spoiled rich kids we are."

I smile as she turns back into the suite. "You do that love. I'll be right in." I stand, and move to the rail, looking out at the rolling tide. I watch the assorted surfers paddle out into the waters and shake my head. Am I ready? Am I truly ready to let her go?