Author's Note: Sorry, I think one or two of you may be a little mad. However, apart from my artwork, most of my university assignments are done. I should probably warn you I'm going to Europe for a month in July (because I'm fabulous) and obviously won't be able to write then. I'll try to sneeze a few more chapters out before then, I promise.

I was surprised at how little I was embarrassing myself. Usually, by this point, I would have done something uncomfortable, like throwing myself out of a window. This may not have happened already because there were no windows around, but I'd prefer to believe it was because how easy it was to get along with Seth.

"Do you come here often?" I asked, glancing around at the dimly lit forest.

"A couple of my friends and I go cliff diving here." He nodded.

"Cliff diving?" I exclaimed. "I think I'll stick to window diving."

"Is that what you're calling it?" He said in a scornful tone.

"How much fun can throwing yourself off a cliff be?" I asked incredulously. "The most damage you can do with a window is a couple of broken ankles."

"It's really quite exhilarating." He said fondly, giving me a suspiciously excited look.

Quite suddenly he was standing up and pulling off his clothes. I could see all his muscles, and his annoyingly defined stomach. Anyone with a sliver over respect would divert their eyes, but I was not one of those people. It, however, wasn't too sexy when he fell over trying to take his shoes off.

"What kind of guy gets turned on from talking about jumping off a cliff?" I asked, trying to suppress a laugh.

He looked over his shoulder at me, obviously mortified. Even though it was dark, and his skin was russet coloured, he was definitely blushing.

"I'm not trying to sexually assault you or anything," He said quickly. "Just think it would be fun to jump off a cliff with you."

"Only if it's joint suicide." I muttered sarcastically, but began to feel self-conscious.

Did he expect me to rip my clothes off enthusiastically and throw myself off a cliff? Windows were one thing, and in that case I was fully clothed and a little delusional. It's not that I'm prudish and afraid of nudity, because I'm not, certainly if Seth is involved. It's just that the excess fat on my butt doesn't really stop there – it's all over. For the first time I wished I had the body of a prepubescent male. Just without the male parts.

"You can wear this if you want." Seth said, throwing me his shirt. "I won't look."

He seemed completely calm, standing in his boxers; as if it were the most normal thing he could be doing right now. He gave me one of his grins that seemed as though he only reserved them for me, and turned away, covering his eyes. I stared at the back of his head in surprise. I didn't assume regular men looked away politely while their dates got undressed.

"I am adventurous." I said, mostly to myself, as I stripped down to my underwear clumsily, before throwing his shirt over my head. "I do this sort of thing all the time."

I walked to his side, feeling surprisingly comfortable. Comfortable until I glanced over the edge of the cliff, obviously. The waves, silver from the moonlight, aggressively slammed against the rock face below. I gave Seth a skeptical look, as though to ask him if my company really made him want to jump off a cliff.

"I've done it lots of times, and I'm not dead." He tried to say encouragingly.

"Are you trying to get me to go cliff diving or offer me drugs?" I said, letting my face break out into a smile.

He took a hold of my hand in his big, warm one, and walked back a couple of paces. My bare feet were stained with mud, I was wearing a men's shirt, and my hair had twigs knotted into it, but Seth was still smiling at me, and I was smiling at him.

"Ready?" He asked, that tone of excitement still in his voice.

"Everyone's got to die sometime, right?" I said.

Then we were running. I didn't even stop at the edge because Seth was holding my hand, and he made me feel bold, adventurous, and carefree all at once. Then we were falling. The good kind of falling, where you know you'll be safe at the end, and there's a boy holding your hand, and you don't want to let go. Then we were submerged. I felt the water consume me, and I wanted to sink to the bottom and live there forever. It was calmer than I expected, more peaceful. The water was cold on my skin, but the kind of cold that wakes you up, and lets you realize that a boy is still holding your hand, even though you just fell through the air. The same boy who pulls you both to the surface because your legs feel like they have stopped working.

"It wasn't bad, right?" He said, gasping for air.

His hair was plastered against his forehead, and his skin seemed so smooth in the moonlight. He was ginning so widely that I could see one of his teeth was chipped, and how young and childish his face was. I couldn't help but smile back, and like him even more.

"There's quite a thrill in potentially falling to your death." I acknowledged as we swam to the edge of the cliff.

Due to my limits of physical exertion, it took us a while to climb back up the cliff and towards the car. I had a suspicion Seth's eyesight was particularly better than he was letting on, seeing as he could foresee every surfaced tree root I had the possibility of falling over.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked for what seemed like the hundredth time as we neared the car. "I feel bad about getting your shirt wet."

"I'm not cold." He said, brushing my concern off. "And as much as I would have liked to have seen you half-naked, that's strictly second date business."

He gave me a sly wink as he slipped into his side of the car.

"Second date, huh?" I said sarcastically as he started the car. "What makes you think jumping off a cliff warrants a second date?"

"As you said," He smiled, looking ahead at the road. "There's quite a thrill in potentially falling to your death. I like to think it really gets the ladies going."

I couldn't help but think he was right about that.