Hi there! Hope you are enjoying this fic. The song in here is I'll be there – The Parlotones. They are a South African band. They are awesome, check them out.

I had trouble writing this in third person, so I tried a new perspective… (Wait isn't that a song? LOL!)

Sorry for changing halfway in the story. Keep reading!

COPV

Joe closed the door and leaned against it. He stood looking at me quietly, as I looked around at his room. It was reasonable tidy, and a guitar leaned against the double bed. I walked over to the glass doors that led out to the balcony and opened it a crack. Just enough to let the breeze drift in and bring a pinch of salty ocean air with it.

Looking back towards Joe, I watch him looking at me. There are a million things unsaid in his lovely brown eyes of his. I smile awkwardly and say, 'you're family knows what happened.'

He nods and gives me a small smile. 'Don't worry about it. They will like you because I do…' he stops what he was saying and looks away, clearing his throat.

'Hmmm,' I say pulling a face, not quite believing him, 'it was an awesome first impression.' I perch on the side of the bed and my words are dripping with sarcasm.

He walks over to me and sits next to me, 'well, whatever they think, I am really glad that I was there to keep you from doing anything stupid.' His voice is soft and sincere, and makes a chill go down my spine.

He flops back onto the bed, and I twist my body sideways to look at him lying there looking at the ceiling. 'I am also relieved and very grateful you were there.'

Noticing his tee had rid up a little, showing some of his hip and his stomach, I blush slightly as I can't help myself; my finger has a mind of its own. It traces little patterns on his muscles. The heat travels from his skin, down my finger tip, up my arm and shoots into every part of me, just like fireworks.

My cheeks are red from the blush, slightly mortified by the nerve I have, to do what I am doing. I refuse to look up, even when he sits up onto his elbows and watches me …

I hear him let out a little gasp, and I finally have to look up. His head is tilted back, eyes closed and there in that moment I have never seen anything as tempting as his throat exposed. I move slowly closer to him and press my lips softly to the pulse in his neck.

Moving up toward his jaw and back down to his collarbone, my lips explore the feel and taste of his skin. I take a deep breath, smelling the coconut of the sun lotion, the salt of the ocean, something spicy – it could have been his cologne; and something sweet…

My hands are feeling his muscles through his shirt and my fingers walk their way down to the edge of his shirt; and then under, back up toward his chest. He lets out a groan and opens his eyes, I find myself lost in them.

Leaning forward, he licks his lips and captures mine softly. My eyes close as I allow his tongue to explore my mouth, willing to do anything he asks; intoxicated by his sweet taste. I pull away slightly and murmur 'Marshmallows…' softly, drunkenly against his lips.

I feel him smile and he pulls away, I frown by the loss of contact with his lips.

Opening my eyes, seeing the smug smirk he is wearing. My fingers bunch his tee into balls as I pull him toward me, ready to continue the kiss.

'What was that you said?' his voice is soft and his breath is irregular. I try to think, my mind trying to make sense of what he just said. It takes me a full ten seconds to understand.

'Ummm, sorry. What was what?' I ask, still drunk on his kisses, my gaze still riveted to his lips.

'You just said marshmallows… why?' the small smirk has now bloomed into a full blow grin and I grind my teeth in agitation.

Lying back, I stare at the roof and try to calm down my breathing. I blush as I remember the taste and smell of him, something between the mix of sea, salt and spice. In between those sexy smells was one of marshmallows. It was a comforting, familiar smell and also very childish.

Remembering my reaction to his admission earlier on the beach, I sat up and huffed, 'nothing. I didn't say anything…'

Letting out a little chuckle, Joe stands up from the bed, and hands me a towel from the closet. 'The shower is through there, pointing to a door. I am going to go get a menu, would you like anything in particular?'

Frustrated and a bit embarrassed, I shake my head and head to the bathroom. Shaken by the way his lips made me feel and scared by the way my body reacts whenever it is in close proximity to him…

…………………….

I can hear Joe play some chords on his guitar as I switch the shower off. His words are muffled, but my body yearns to be closer to him as his voice filters through the closed door…

Checking my reflection in the fogged up mirror, I run my fingers through my auburn hair. I wrap myself in the fluffy white robe and silently crack open the door.

His voice becomes crystal clear and the magnetic pull my body feels, becomes even stronger. With his back toward me, he doesn't notice me walk out of the en-suite, and lean against the wall, enjoying this impromptu private performance.

I close my eyes, and listen to the passion in his voice…

'Angelic, little princess

I wanna wake up to your face every morning.

Another love song

A silly love song,

But it's our song and it's forever.

Even if you're rich even if you're poor,

Every breath you breathe

I'll be there for you.

Even if you're strong,

Even if your not.

Every breath you breathe

I'll be there for you…'

I sigh at the warm sensation his words evoke inside of me, and he stops playing. He looks at me with that shy smile of his and raises his eyebrow in a silent question.

Really not wanting to break the silent spell his words have woven, I whisper softly, 'wow…'

He puts down the guitar and walks over to me, and puts his hands on my hips. 'Did you like it?' he asks.

I nod, words become seemingly inappropriate for the feelings inside.

He lays his head on my shoulder and his lips tickle my neck as he whispers, 'those words were for you…'

I close my eyes and run my hand up his back, feeling every muscle contour, and my fingers wind themselves in his hair. His gives a sigh of contentment, and I silently wonder how lucky must a girl be, to get given a gift like him.

I am about to say so, when I hear someone clearing his throat from the bedroom door.

Joe gives a little guilty jump as he looks up at his little brother, I think his name is Nick – as he says, 'Joe, your room service order has come, would you like me to bring it here?'

The look in the younger boy's eyes lets me know that it really wasn't an option.'

Joe looks at me apologetically, 'my mom doesn't really allow food in the rooms. We could eat out on the patio… Al fresco…' he wiggles his eyebrows at the last bit and I let out a small giggle.

I smile at Nick, brightly, 'no, that is not necessary. I, umm, just need to get dressed then we will be out. Thank you.'

Nick, taken aback, glances at Joe uncertainly and then back at me… 'Ummm, ok then, I will let you get to it…' he leaves, closing the door behind him.

Joe gives a chuckle, and looks at me with a smile of appreciation. 'I think Nick may have met his match… I think you would fit in quite nicely with my family.'

His eyes then roamed over my robed body and with a pained look groaned, 'I should better find you something to wear, I don't think my parents would appreciate it if you walked around like that…'

He hands me a soft fluffy hoodie and a pair of shorts. I get dressed, while he turns his back to me. My chest swells with emotion at his chivalry, and when I finish, I walk over to him and ruffle his hair. 'Time to go face the family, Romeo.'

Holding his hand, I walk toward the door, and as we walk down the hallway toward the living room, I sigh nervously. Time to face the music….