A/N: Hello to everyone! Well, you made it to chapter three, yay!
WARNING: This chapter is the reason this story is rated't', and has mildly sexual content. If you are under 13, or offended by such writing, please don't read this chapter.
After an afternoon filled with anticipation, 6 o' clock drew near, and Miley made her way down to the beach. She spread her blanket out across the sand and sat on it, cross-legged, waiting for Oliver.
At 5 past 6, he finally arrived. He sat down next to Miley, and looked into her grey eyes. Miley swallowed, and carefully began the words she had practiced in her head all day.
Oliver, this may be a little awkward for you, I know it is for me, but you're my friend, and I have to tell you the truth. Last night, I had a dream about you, and it really started to make me think. And now that it has been the only thing on my mind all day, I'm really starting to feel like I'm beginning to like you as more than a friend."
Miley felt her face grow warm. Oliver just stared at her intently.
Great. Now he thinks I'm insane.
Suddenly, coming out of nowhere, Oliver grabbed Miley's hand. His touch felt like electricity. Without saying a word, he slowly moved in closer to her. He raised himself slightly from his sitting position, leaning towards her more.
Her heart began to race.
Their lips met for the first time, softly and carefully. Miley was surprised by the motion, but closed her eyes and accepted the kiss.
They broke apart after only about 30 seconds. Miley could only stare at Oliver.
"Miley, I've felt the sane thing about you since our freshman year. I didn't want to do anything about it, because I was afraid it would ruin our friendship."
Miley smiled at him, touched his face softly, and stared into his big brown eyes.
He smiled back and leaned in again. This time, she slowly began to lean in too.
When their lips met again, it was a little less reticent, knowing they were both on the same page. They held the kiss a little longer this time, and broke it only briefly, before Miley engaged another one.
It grew a little more passionate, but it was still only lips. Oliver wrapped his arms around her waist, and she wrapped hers around his neck.
Miley suddenly felt Oliver's tongue slowly begin to wet her lips, and push against them, asking for permission to enter. Miley finally parted her lips slightly, to grant him entrance. She felt his tongue slowly probing its way around the inside of her mouth, and she let a soft moan escape.
Oliver ran a hand down her back, while she trailed her fingers up and down his chest. Oliver pressed their bodies closer together, and Miley carefully slid her own tongue out, engaging a sort of "tongue wrestling match."
Oliver moaned, and began to guide her to a position where she was laying on her back. He carefully placed himself on top of her, trying to be gentle and not hurt her.
With one arm on the ground supporting some of his weight, he wound the other through her hair, and made a trail of kisses across her jaw, down her neck, until he reached the live of her low-cut v-neck halter top. He kissed the showing cleavage, and then moved back upwards, while Miley nibbled his earlobe.
They found each other's lips again, and continued their "tongue-war," both using their hands to explore each other's bodies.
After several long minutes, they finally broke apart, gasping for breath.
"That was amazing," Oliver whispered.
"It was," Miley gasped.
All they could do was look at each other, like they were seeing each other in a whole new light.
A/N: Well? I'm debating whether or not to leave it there, or keep going…let me know what you think please!
