Okay guys, first of all thank you for the reviews:) This is my first SON fic and reviews definitely keep me motivated to keep writing. Unfortunately I don't own South of Nowhere, if I did I'd make sure the show was on forever lol. But I do own this story, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed creating it.

Chapter 3

Sitting in my Mustang with Spencer, driving to my favorite ocean I couldn't imagine how we got into this situation to begin with. Having picked up enough alcohol to make a sailor blush from the liquor store, there we were just cruising down the road with the wind blowing through our hair, and me blasting Led Zeppelin out the window.

"Do you always drive this fast?"

She asks me and I look at the speedometer and see that I'm doing 80mph on a 50mph road. I briefly entertain the thought of telling her that at midnight hardly anybody drives on this road. I decide against it though, seeing the way the wind whips through her hair and the moon shines its glow on her as if she were its pride and joy, catches the words in my mouth and new ones form of their own accord.

"Only when I'm in a hurry." I briefly look over at her and catch her frown.

"And why would you be in a hurry?" She asks, disappointment clearly laced into that sentence.

"I'm in a hurry because I want to spend as much time with you as I can before you decide that I'm not the person you want to be with tonight... and...and inevitably decide that you want to go back to the party where nobody will be drinking vodka out of a bottle, or sitting in the passenger seat of a reckless driver who couldn't dance to save her life."

I finish my little monologue feeling more vulnerable than I've ever felt, and ridiculously stupid for blurting all that out as if I didn't have a filter in my head. Unexpectedly she reaches over and places her hand gently on top of mine on the gear shift. The contact makes my skin tingle and my heart beat faster, and I start to wonder how she can make me react that way with just one touch.

"There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here with you."

My heart bursts at hearing those words and looking over seeing her smiling softly at me, I can't help but break out into a goofy grin. I look back towards the road and am pleased to find that she doesn't take her hand off of my own, but instead starts to rub soothing circles over the back of my hand with her thumb. We roll along smoothly, both comfortable in the silence that's formed. Do you believe in love at first sight? I don't...well, at least I didn't until tonight, until the moment when our hands met, when it felt like electrical currents were shooting up my arm and I couldn't breathe normally.

We finally pull into the parking lot in front of the beach, and when her hand leaves mine I immediately miss it. Dragging the alcohol out of the trunk we start to make our way down to the beach.

"Do you come to the beach often?" I hear her asking from beside me. I refrain from looking at her because right now, with the way I'm feeling, I'd probably do something stupid like jump her or something.

"A few times a week. It's just really relaxing, you know, to just get away from work, from everything, and smell the ocean, feeling the sand under your feet."

I start laying out the blanket I keep in my car exactly for the times I just described to her, and she starts to sit while I hand her a beer. She takes it, and for a brief moment our fingers connect around the can sending that now familiar jolt up my arm. I take a seat quickly next to her on the blanket.

"Before we lived in L.A. we used to live in Ohio, and let's just say the closest thing we ever got to the ocean were the huge ponds that were made from the floods. I remember me and my brothers would jump around in them, and my mom would be so pissed. I mean, it was okay for the boys to do, but she'd always yell at me that little girls didn't do those sort of things."

I scoffed at this, typical characteristic of a prejudiced mother. Spencer turned to look at me, a grin appearing on her face, and I looked back at her.

"I kept on doing it anyway, of course." I laughed.

"Ooohhh, Spencer the rebel is it?"

"Well you know me, always up for a good time!"

I looked in her eyes and could see the challenge set in them. I had no doubt that little Spencer had caused her mom a fair bit of trouble back in the day. I stood up suddenly and held out my hand to her, lifting her up to a standing position. We were standing face to face, so close that our bodies were almost touching.

"Take off your clothes." My eyes challenge hers as soon as I make that statement. Brown eyes mix with blue as she registers what I just said.

"What?" She whispers into the air, eyes never leaving mine.

"I said take off your clothes...we're going swimming. That's if you can handle a bit of skinny dipping?"

I leave her stunned form standing on the beach, watching as I start running towards the ocean stripping off my clothes as I go. By the time I reach the edge I'm completely naked and I take a glance behind me to where Spencer is still standing. Our eyes lock and I'm starting to think that this was a bad idea until I see her slowly start to unzip the zipper on the back of her black dress. I'm mesmerized. I can't believe how the simplest move could look so fucking sexy when she's doing it. Her dress slips to the floor and she hesitates a moment before she slides down her panties and then uncups her bra. I'm paralyzed. And I want to say something or do something but she's walking slowly towards me now and words escape me. I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life. She's blushing, and I can't understand how she could be. She must realize she's the sexiest thing to walk this planet, that anybody would kill to have a body like hers, a face like hers, a smile like hers. And a surge of selfishness fills me up. I don't want anybody to see her the way I've seen her tonight, I want her all to myself. I've never wanted anything in my life and now I want her.

She walks past me and steps into the water. She glances over her shoulder and with one sentence she has me, she has me so completely and unabashedly.

"You coming?"