Note: So, chapter nine this is. I already want to apologize for my grammar mistakes, I'm trying to make as less as possible! I hope you enjoy this chapter and if you do, tell my why. And if you didn't enjoy it... Well, tell me as well why ;) ! xx.

Kirsten woke up early the next morning. She had been sleeping horrible that night, and she knew what the reason was. Well, she knew who the reason was; Sandy. All night, she'd been thinking about him. Thinking about the two of them together. She was madly in love with the man, but at the same time she afraid of what would happen with her and Sam. They'd been together for a while now, and although she knew she wanted to be with Sandy, it was difficult to find out how she could tell Sam. She kept thinking about how to tell Sam she'd fallen in love with someone else. It would probably be one of the most difficult conversations of her life. Another point she was a little scared of, were Sandy's feelings. She realised yesterday evening how difficult it had been for him to be with her while she hadn't told Sam about her and Sandy yet. She couldn't blame her. She kinda blamed herself though, for cheating on Sam so easily. She didn't know she was able to do something like that. She sighed and got out of bed. She needed a long, hot bath.

Meanwhile, Sandy was sitting at his kitchentable with a glass of wine in front of him. It wasn't even six in the morning, but he hadn't been able to sleep the entire night. His kisses with Kirsten had been going through his mind the entire night. It had felt so good, but at the same time he knew there was someone else waiting for her back in Newport. That hadn't feel good. Sandy was in love with Kirsten. He knew he was. But he had to know if she felt the same way. If she wanted to be with him like he wanted to be with her. And if she did, he wanted her to tell Sam. As soon as possible.

At nine sharp, Sandy was standing in front of Kirsten's hotel. He was a little nervous. He knew they had to talk though, and he was positive Kirsten was nervous as well. The minute he spotted Kirsten near his car, he could see she was nervous. It was quite obvious. When she sat down in the car and Sandy started driving, both of them started talking. "Sandy..." "Kirsten..." Both smiled a little. Sandy said: "You go first." Kirsten sighed. "Sandy... I'm sorry about yesterday. I wish I hadn't answered the phone." "Me too.." Both were silent again and both were waiting for the other one to speak. Sandy stopped the car and then was the first one who started talking again. "Kirsten... Listen. I honestly like you, and I think that I can actually say that I love you. Very much. But I need to know that you love me as much as I love you." He stopped talking for a while, ran a hand through his hair and looked in Kirsten pretty, blue eyes. "I want you to tell me that you love me, and if you do, I want you to tell Sam the exact same thing. 'Cause I'm sure that if we stay together for another couple of days, something more is going to happen than our kisses last night. And believe me, I wouldn't mind that at all, but you have to be honest with Sam first." Sandy was suprised with hisself. He didn't know he could be that sentimental. Kirsten looked in his eyes and she knew she kept fell in love with him more every time she saw him. She knew she had to tell Sam. "I'm going to tell him Sandy." She was whispering. "I'm going home tomorrow and I'm going to tell him that I'm in love with you." Sandy cupped Kirsten's face with his hands. He just needed to touch her. Kirsten closed her eyes when she felt Sandy's hands on her skin. She was going to have such an hard time telling Sam everything she needed to tell him. But she had to tell him. Now that she felt Sandy's hands on her skin, she knew it would be the right thing to do. Sandy put his hands back to his lap and Kirsten opened her eyes. She could still feel his hands on her skin burn. "So... You still want to visit New York City?" Sandy's blue eyes sparkeled while he asked her his question. Kirsten nodded. She wanted to enjoy her last day with Sandy. Tomorrow, she would go home to tell Sam. Home... Somehow, being in New York with Sandy, felt much more like home than being in Newport, where she'd been almost her entire life.

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