When Rocky woke up the next morning he was surprised to find the other side of the bed empty. Sitting up, he looked around the room. Her clothes were gone. He sighed. Why did she take off? He wondered if she regretted last night. He certainly didn't. He had wanted that moment to happen for a while now. Probably since the first time he saw her. Getting up, Rocky saw that it was almost ten o'clock. He wondered what time Trish had left. Heading towards the bathroom, he decided that after his shower, he was going to find Trish and make her tell him what was going on.

Trish made her way along the beach, walking in ankle deep water with her shoes dangling in her hand. She couldn't believe she had left Rocky. He would most likely be awake by now. She wondered what he thought of her. Probably that she was easy. They weren't even dating, and she had slept with him. But it had meant more than a one-night stand to her. She loved him. Maybe what she thought before was right. Maybe he hadn't thought of it as a one-night stand either. He had seemed to actually care about her.

She stopped walking and looked out beyond the sea at the sunrise. She was so confused. She wished, more than anything, that she could tell him the truth about everything. Then, when he rejected her, at least she could tell herself that she tried.

"Trish!"

Trish froze as she heard her name being called out. She knew that voice. But how had he been able to find her so quickly?

Turning around, she saw Rocky making his way towards her. Not feeling she was ready to face him, she turned back around and quickly continued walking, away from him. He wasn't about to give up that easily, and followed her.

Sensing that he was pursuing her, she broke into a run. She could hear his heavy breathing behind her and knew she couldn't outrun him, but had to try.

Rocky caught up to her quickly and grabbed her arm to try and stop her. She tried to yank it out of his grasp, and ended up loosing her balance and falling onto the sand, Rocky landing on top of her.

She immediately began to struggle under him, panicking.

"Let me go! Get off me!"

Rocky could see the alarm on her face and knew she was scared. Of him.

"I would never hurt you Trish. You should know that," he said as he stood up.

Trish was still for a moment, before she too stood up.

"I know you wouldn't. I'm sorry I acted like you would. I just…"

Trish looked away.

"Trish, what is going on with you? You've been acting strangely. And we made love. It may not have meant much to you, but it did to me. Why did you leave this morning? Was it just a fling to you? A one-night stand?"

"No," Trish whispered.

"Look at me."

Trish reluctantly looked up at Rocky.

"I wish you'd trust me enough to tell me what's going on. I love you and it hurts me to see you so upset."

Trish couldn't breathe. Had he just said…?

"You… You love me?"

Rocky was silent for a moment. He hadn't meant to say that. But he might as well be honest.

"Yes, I do. And if you think I'm just going to leave you alone when you're suffering like this, you're wrong."

"But… But you can't love me. You don't know me. If you did, there is no way you could ever love me."

Rocky could hear the confusion and pain in her voice. He wanted more than anything to take it all away. He stepped forward and cupped her cheeks with both his hands.

"Trish, I love you. It doesn't matter what you may have done in your past. I love you for the amazing person you are now."

Trish still didn't look convinced.

"Look, why don't you tell me everything, and then when I'm still here, you'll know I'm telling the truth."

Trish sighed. She might as well. She didn't have anything to lose.

"Okay. I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything."