A/N: Update! Yup, it's that time again. Before you read it, I'd like to explain the lack of 'action' if you know what I mean. I plan to take this relationship slow and steady. Explore different facets instead of just jumping into the action. That might sound paradoxical, since you got to experience quite some action in the very first chapter of this story. But Alex and Paige didn't knew each other back then. For Paige, she was making out with a mystery person and for Alex .. yeah, well Alex is a very complex character isn't she? ;-)

Anywayz, I hope that you understand that and will keep reading this fic for its deeper meanings. Okay enough ranting, more reading! And reviewing off course ;-) Hope you enjoy it and see you next time.

It was a secluded spot, far away from everything and everyone. The only noise that could be heard were those from the waves crashing against the large rocks in azure water. The sand underneath my palms added to the soothing effect and I briefly considered to never leave this place. It was damn gorgeous. The journey to this particular space, was everything but effortless. There wasn't a specific route towards this spot, which explains its deserted state and the charm that came with it. I had to climb rocks, jump from a mini-cliff and squeeze myself through various narrow bushes. I know, very much unlike me. I'm pretty sure I acclaimed numerous scraps and bruises on my legs, but whenever I was in trouble, Alex was there to catch me. And in the end that's all that really mattered.

We were laying on the sand next to one another, our upper bodies held up with our arms, quietly enjoying the breathtaking view in front of our eyes. We hadn't said a word since we arrived. Too baffled by the scene that was displaying to formulate any rational phrase. I closed my eyes at a certain point, and breathed in the eponymous scent of the sea.

"How did you find this place?" I asked, eyes still shut.

"I love the beach. I love to sink my hands into the sand. I love hearing the waves crash. I love the scent the sea produces. I love the calmness … It calms me." She explained, before briefly pausing.

"But I don't love sharing with other people. I'm selfish when it comes to this. I want it for my own. I want to relish it alone. I don't want to share it with people who're killing the beauty of it. So one day I decided to go on a little expedition and after days and days of exploration, I found this. It was perfect. It was mine. My secret place of sanity. Nobody comes to bother me here. I can just be me."

"Why did you bring me here? Aren't I one of those people?" I asked as I opened my eyes.

"No. You're not." She responded firmly, while gazing deeply into the darkness of the sea.

"What am I than?" I daringly asked her. Half-curious and half-wary of her answer.

She stayed silent as she closed her own eyes this time. I sighed of both aggravation and irritation, when I abruptly felt her thumb gently brush the side of my flattened hand on the sand. Astonished, I swiftly turned my head to face her, only to find her still with her eyes closed and a relaxed expression on her face. She was lazily circling the top of my hand, never losing its constant rhythm.

I always was the one who initiated the contact between us, any contact. And now she did. I never thought that such a simple act of touching would quicken my breathing as much as it quickened. Would let my stomach flutter, as much as it fluttered. But it did. Her touch was smooth, gentle and soothing. I was high on her touch. It felt like a highly addictive drug. And soon I'd be an incurable junkie.

"I did it." She said startling me out of my trance. I glanced at her, and her eyes were still firmly shut. Her thumb never stopping its movement.

"Did what?" I enquired.

"I kissed you. At the party. It was me." She revealed.

We both knew, that was never a doubt. We both knew who kissed who. Who touched who. Who longed who. But I needed this. We needed this. To hear this out loud. To be confronted with what happened. To examine what it was. Was it based on lust? Lies? Love? Pity? That one revelation was a crucial point in whatever this thing was, we had. It was our turning point.

"Thank you." I whispered. Knowing that I didn't need to give any further explanation on why I was grateful. I shifted my hand and intertwined my fingers with hers. The control was still with her though, as she mindlessly kept on rubbing the palm of my hand.

"Would you mind if I did it again?" she asked.

I could've easily played the oblivious girl and asked what she meant. But I didn't. I knew damn well what she meant. And I needed to answer this truthfully. Cause this, was our turning point.

"No." I replied.

A few moments passed before I could work up my on courage.

"Would you?" I hesitantly asked.

"I'm scared." She confessed.

"Don't be." I assured.

"No. It's funny. Cause I'm never scared. I don get scared. No matter what I went through, I never got scared. Ironically, fear, is a feeling I never had to undergo. And know I am. I'm scared."

Her hand was still in mine. Her thumb was still circling motives on my palm. Her eyes were still firmly shut. She was scared.

"Darkness can be enlightening sometimes."

"What are you scared off?" I questioned as I tightened my grip on her hand.

"This. Whatever this feeling is that I feel." She responded.

"I feel it too." I admitted.

"Are you scared?"

"I don't know. No. I don't think so." I ended steadily.

"Oscar Wilde said that the only way to get rid of a temptation is-"

"-to yield it. I know." I cut her off." Is that the answer for these feelings?"

"No. This isn't temptation. It's something bigger. It's more complicated." She explained quietly.

"Than what are we going to do about this?" I sighed.

"What do you want to do?"

If there was a master at dodging incoming questions and firing them back at you, Alex would be the one. But I didn't sigh. I didn't lose my nerve or ignore the inquisition. She deserved answers, just as much as I deserved mine.

"I want to be with you. I don't why and how. I can't explain it. But I just want to be with you. All the time and everywhere I am. I want you by my side. My heart throbs when you're not with me. You're my secret place of sanity." I said, barely taking a breath in between my declaration.

"I am with you. I always was. It was a very different bond, but we always were together." She assured.

We always were together. It's true. We always were connected. We were attached on so many different levels. We were tied firmly in a knot. A knot that seemed impossible to unbind.

"What do you want?" I suddenly asked, surprised by my own bluntness.

I seemed to have asked the million dollar question. She opened her eyes for what seemed like the first time in an eternity and turned her head to meet my intense gaze.

"I want you."