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It was the sunlight that woke me up.

Warm, golden sunlight dancing on my skin, coming in through the open window. I was awake, though I hadn't opened my eyes. My bed was warm and soft, the lavender smell of our detergent floating through the air. I heard my mother bustling around the kitchen, heard as she cracked an egg, and the hiss as it made contact with a hot pan. Dimly, in the back of my consciousness, I aware that although the walls of our apartment were thin, I shouldn't be able to hear her so clearly.

I spent another ten or so minutes just relaxing in the sunlight. Everything was pleasant and warm and golden and I hadn't a care in the world. The sensation reminded me a bit of what Keenan smelled like. I laughed softly at that. Keenan smelled like the sun felt.

It was the scent of fresh baked bread that finally roused me from my stupor. Mom always set the bread to bake just before she went to sleep. We always had fresh bread in the morning. I don't remember ever having brought bread from a store. That's just what Mom was like. Why buy what you can create yourself?

That kind of thinking had lead to homemade clothes most of my life, and a full blown garden on the roof of our building. Technically, it wasn't supposed to be there. But Mom was on good terms with the owner of the building, and so the garden stayed.

I forced my eyes open into the almost blinding sunlight, and worked my way out of my cocoon of blankets. The polished concrete floor was chilly under my feet, leaving me to scramble for some socks. I finally made my way out into the kitchen, and plopped down at the kitchen table. Mom just laughed at me, before handing me a tall glass of orange juice, and a handful of pills.

I grimaced slightly at the colorful mass in my palm, before downing them all in one go, and chugging down my orange juice to get rid of the horrid after taste. When she was satisfied I had swallowed them all, Mom handed me a plate of french toast and sunny side up eggs.

"Don't neglect your school work," was all Mom said on her way out the door. Mom was a teacher at the local university, and was always busy. I finished my breakfast in peace.

After cleaning up after myself, I took a cool shower and dressed in blue jeans with embroidery at the hem, and a lavender tunic that Mom said made my normally grey eyes look purple. I forewent the torture of blow drying my hair, and just let it air dry. Mom was always trying to get me to straighten my hair, but I thought the curls and waves made me look a bit like a wild thing. Mom thought this too, but to her it wasn't a good thing.

After the ordeal of getting ready, I made my way to the computer. I had been home schooled for years. I flew through the easy assignments. I was always waiting to be challenged, and it seemed like I never was.

After I finished in a morning what should have taken me the whole day, I made a sandwich. Deciding I'd like to spend some time in the sunlight, I wrapped it in a bag, and grabbed a thermos, taking the time to fill it with green tea first. I wrote a quick note in case Mom got home before I did, before grabbing my knit shoulder bag and throwing on some shoes. I made my way out the door, pausing to remember to lock it securely.

We lived on the top of an three story building. The apartment next to us had been empty the entire time we'd lived here, almost ten years.

There wasn't an elevator, so I took the stairs. I felt excited, almost giddy, and I wasn't sure why. When I finally figured it out, I laughed. Part of me was hoping I would see Keenan again. The hilarity of the situation didn't escape me. While I knew I wasn't ugly, it was clear to see I wasn't in the same league as Keenan. I didn't have a whole universe in my eyes.

The park across the street started at this end of town, and made it's way through out the entire city. Good Vale wasn't a big city, but the park was enormous. We got visitors from all corners of the world to see our park. There was a maze and a waterfall, and paths that seemed to be in the deep forest for an hour or two at a time.

When I was young I would wear a holly berry red coat, and in the autumn I would pretend I was 'Little Red Riding Hood', out to save the town from the 'Big Bad Wolf'.

Some of the best times of my life have been in that park.

I walked a little ways in, away from the sounds of cars and other people. I walked until I reached a meadow with a large circle of boulders in the center. I walked until I was inside the circle, and then laid down in the grass.

I felt the sunlight warm my skin, thick golden light dancing over my skin. I knew I was smiling. This was heavenly. I sat up long enough to eat my sandwich and drink some tea, but then I laid back down, and just basked in the sunlight. I didn't notice when I drifted off to sleep, too warm and content to care.

The first thing I became aware of was the feeling of hands running through my sun streaked hair, smoothing snarls and tangles. The second thing I noticed was that my head was no longer on the ground, but resting in someone's lap. The sunlight was still warm and heady on my skin, but how I felt was more than that. It was like being warmed by two suns. The light wasn't just coming from above, but from the person beside me. My body moved to sit up the same moment I realized who was holding me. Keenan.

His hands fell away from me as I sat up, quickly turning to face him fully.

He was just as glorious as I remembered, if not more so. His manner before seemed serious when in comparison to the absolute calm and relaxed face he showed me now. I could also tell that he was extremely happy. As to what about, I had no idea.

Green eyes met grey in greeting. I saw him take notice of my shock, and that seemed to amuse him. I was a bit frightened of him, and so made motions to flee, but Keenan lightly grabbed hold of my wrists in such a way as to not be restraining.

"Don't go yet," Keenan said, with a heart breaking grin aimed my way. My body was not my own as I sat down more comfortably when he released my hands. His eyes never left me, not for a moment. I didn't know whether that made me uncomfortable or not. On one hand it was disconcerting, but on the other hand it was extremely flattering to have the whole, undivided attention of this gorgeous creature.

I broke our companionable silence first with, "Hello, Keenan."

"Sera," he replied, "a pleasure to see you again."

My cheeks filled with a blush at his adoring tone. I made a point of examining the green grass beneath us, the very shade of the blue sky, anything to avoid looking him in the eyes.

But it was all in vain as his hands came and gently turned me to face him. His lovely green eyes were full of emotion as he brushed my hair off my face, and lightly touched my still red cheeks. I came back to myself, just as he was leaning forward. It was too easy to let him have all the power. Let my mind go to sleep as he fulfilled my body's desires. And oh, how tempting it was.

"How did you find me here?" I said, grasping at any topic to get him talking, and not trying to seduce me.

His grin was full of unspoken promises as he replied, "I have my ways."

"Not good enough," My voice was stern, and on the edge of harsh, He seemed surprised at my change of tone. "You saved my life yesterday," here I paused, "And I'm very grateful about that. But you've come out of nowhere and seem to expect me to follow you blindly to the ends of the earth."

I figured I imagined the snickers I could hear coming out of the forest around us.

I rose to my feet, grabbing my bag. Keenan didn't try to stop me this time. It seemed like he was in a daze at how I had treated him. "Have a nice day," I called out over my shoulder as I made my way back towards home.

Here is chapter two. I hoped you all liked it. And yes, I know I really should be working on another story. But I just can't stop.

This story wants to be written. Sera wants to mess around with Keenan's head, and be anything but what he expected.

Show of hands, who wants me to attempt an Keenan's POV?

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