Author'sNote: You all are so great! (and really funny, too! lol I LOVE reading your reviews so much!) Sorry, but I kept it rated "T" lol... and you'll see why... hehe. Alright, enjoy!

He pushed my hair off of my face and stared up into my eyes, searching them.

"What?" he asked hoarsely, as if he hadn't heard what I had said.

I knew he had heard me.

"I want you," I repeated more confidently, and, as if to prove it, I pulled my sweatshirt up and over my head, revealing the tiny tank-top I had on underneath. I pulled that off, too, triumphantly now in a pink-and-white polka-dotted cottony bra. Not a very sexy choice in a bra on my part, but eh.

Derek's jaw dropped. Then his lips curled into a smile. "You're insane!" He reached up and pulled me back down to him.

I laughed and our lips fused together once again. We rolled on the beach so that he was now on top and I was down in the sand. Derek shook his head and sand flew out in all directions from his hair.

"Derek!" I chided as I had to close my eyes to prevent sand from getting in them. I opened my eyes when I heard him stop and was pleasantly surprised to see he had taken his own shirt off.

I smiled and ran my hands down his well-toned bare chest. Not bad at all.

He took my hands with a smirk and laced his fingers through mine. His eyes were dark but gentler than I had ever seen them. He licked his lips and advanced me once again. I giggled when I felt his mouth softly brush against my bare stomach. He pressed tiny wet kisses around my bellybutton and up my ribs.

I smiled, relishing in the feeling. Of course, being Casey, I had to keep talking.

"So…what did Leah do when you left her?" I asked as he continued kissing my belly.

I watched him smirk as he kissed his way up between the valley of my breasts. "I don't know," he said rather sheepishly.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean you don't know?"

He looked up at me, his Derek-smirk still intact. "I just kinda left."

Oh no…did that mean that…

Yes, it did.

"Derek!" we both heard a high-pitched gasp.

Leah had gone looking for him.

She was standing there looking furious, her hands on her hips and pink sandal-wearing foot tapping in annoyance. Derek jumped off of me and I scrambled to cover myself with my shirt. Even though it was just a bra, I still had some dignity!

"What are you DOING?" she screeched, now clenching her fists. "You're my date and you're here making out with this…this…" she gave me a strange look. "Wait a minute…I thought she was your sister, Derek."

"Stepsister," Derek grinned smugly.

My face flushed with embarrassment. Leah's mouth became very O-shaped.

"Ew, that's disgusting!" the blonde threw her hands up in the air. "Forget it, Derek, I don't want to have anything to do with you!"

Like she was going to have anything to do with him!

She gave another disgusted snort and flounced away. She tripped on her stupid huge heels as she walked, and Derek had a good chuckle over that.

But I was not amused.

He looked over at me. I didn't look back at him.

"Case? What's wrong?" he sounded confused. As if he hadn't just heard her.

"I'm getting kind of tired. I'm going back," I said to him and started off, leaving him there bewildered in the dust.