School's out! Woot, just had my last exam today and I went to celebrate with a little dinner with friends. Just got back home so here is the chapter! Thanks for all the reviews, you guys make my day :)

This story is almost done, about 5 more chapters left. Please keep in mind this is a bunny banner contest story so I want to finish posting before May 15th which is the deadline. I might add more chapters afterwards but right now it's looking to be that length!

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Disclaimer: Vampire Academy does not belong to me. Richelle Mead owns this great world and I'm just playing in it :)

Chapter Five

I spent most of the day yesterday with Dr. Petrov, which wasn't terribly bad because she was a fantastic person. She was witty, smart, and most of all kind.

We immediately clicked, and I was relieved that her methods fit well with my personality. The therapy wasn't as intensive as I thought it would be. She asked me the regular questions of, "How are you feeling?" and "What do you think about everything that's happening to you?", and several other generic questions.

I didn't divulge into too much of my emotions because I wasn't quite as comfortable with her yet, but she seemed satisfied in our first session.

"What are you up to today?" Janine asked, as she prepared breakfast.

I moved the eggs around in my plate while I answered. "I'm probably going to the beach again. I don't know yet."

"Hmmm," she murmured.

I eyed her curiously, as she flipped the bacon over. Janine never mentioned the intimate moment she saw of Dimitri and me. I desperately wanted to ask her if she saw anything in the car, but I was too afraid to ask. I did notice the slight smiles she gave me when she didn't think I was looking.

"How about you? Going to church today?" Janine and Abe had spent yesterday at the church as well. Abe would be leading Sunday`s service, so he was familiarising himself with the church and the people.

"Your father is but I'm working today."

I looked at her in confusion. "Work?" I didn't think she would work while we were here.

"Yes, I took a job at the supermarket."

"Why?"

She sighed in defeat, as she placed the bacon on my plate. I looked at the healthier turkey variety in disgust. I wasn't allowed to eat that much fatty foods because it was less clogging, so I always ate healthy at home. It was a different story when my mother wasn't around. . . .

"You know your father doesn't make that much money and with all those medical bills. . .we just—we need the extra money."

"Oh," I instantly felt guilty. She would have to work long hours at a grocery store because of me. "I can look for a job too—"

"No," she cut me off. "You enjoy yourself here. Your father and I will take care of everything, okay?"

I wasn't convinced. "I don't know ma. . ."

She placed both hands on my cheeks and squeezed. "I just want you to have fun. Go out and hang out with that boy again. Well, from I could make out that was no boy. . ."

I blushed as she mentioned the car scene. "No, he's no boy. . ."

She giggled and sat on the seat next to me. "And when will I get to meet this 'no boy'?" She asked in a tease.

I blushed harder. "Well, you sort of already did. Remember, the boat man. And if I do remember correctly, you were hitting on that boat man."

Her eyes widened in delight. "What?" she squealed. "That's him? Oh my goodness! Rosemarie Hathaway! Why didn't you tell me right away! Your poor mother has been wondering for an entire twenty-four hours who the guy was and it was boat man all along! Oh my goodness!"

I laughed and tried to shush her; I didn't need Abe hearing her. "I didn't know how to tell you that. Beside, we're just friends."

"Just friends?" she asked in disbelief. "Friends don't sit that close to one another and friends definitely don't have their mouths attached to one another."

"Mom!"

Her smile became teasing. "Oh, sweetheart. . .I could see quite a lot when the head beams made you two noticeable. My sweetie had her first kiss, how adorable."

God, this was mortifying. "Do you think Abe saw?"

"Oh, yes. He did. And he wanted me to talk to you about something."

I took in her sobering face and nodded cautiously. "Okay. . ."

She cleared her throat, before proceeding. "You know what the bible says about sex. . ."

"Mom!"

"Hear me out." I nodded for her to continue, "As you know, I was not a virgin on my wedding day. I wish Abe was the only man I had been with, but I am happy for my decisions because without them, you wouldn't be here. I loved your father dearly, but I never understood real love until Abe came around." She took her hand into mine. "The bible says that you should only give that gift to your husband, but I know that the world isn't like that anymore. I wish you wouldn't do anything with the boy, until he decides to put a ring on it," she giggled at her own Beyoncé reference. "But I also know that it's your life, and you have every right to live it as you please. Just please, Rose, do not do anything you will regret."

I turned her words over in my head and couldn't deny the logic to it. I was raised in those beliefs also. The belief that you should stay chaste until God gave you the one man or woman you were meant to spent your life with. I also knew that life could change in an instant. If I died tomorrow, would I regret missing out on so many opportunities?

"I get what you're saying, but who says I'm thinking about that with Dimitri, anyways? I've only known him for a pair of days." It was ridiculous to think that I would open my legs so quickly to someone I had recently met, but when I thought about Dimitri's eyes, hair, body. . .I always got carried away.

"Oh, so his name is Dimitri, now is it? Well, I've seen the man and I've seen his body. Lord knows the Virgin Mary herself couldn't resist."

I shook my head at her insanity. "I don't know mom, but I always believed in being in love, anyway, so you don't have to worry."

She looked into my eyes for a moment, slowly asking. "Do you think you can be in love with someone like him?"

Her question was something I didn't expect at all. Could I fall for Dimitri? I knew I enjoyed his company and loved receiving his texts. And last night when we spoke before heading to bed, I felt so light and free, like I could take on the world. I liked Dimitri very much, but could I love him?

"I don't know," I finally answered.

She got up and kissed my hair. "Well, you'll know when you do and if you do. . .don't regret anything."

"Okay, Mom."

She smiled and began to place the leftover turkey bacon in the fridge. I cleared my plate into the compost and washed my dish, before getting ready to go to the beach.

When Dimitri and I talked yesterday, he asked what size I wore in clothing. It was odd that he asked me such a question, but he assured me that I would find out tomorrow. Tomorrow was now today, so I was excited to see what he had planned.

I packed sunscreen and the beach essentials, making sure I looked presentable. I was a little pale today because of the attack I had in the middle of the night, so I lightly pinched my cheeks to bring colour.

My hair was harshly pulled into a pointy tale and my clothing was modest in comparison to the skimpy bikini I wore the last time at the beach.

I smiled at myself in the mirror and deemed myself beach worthy.

When my phone beeped to signal that I had a text, I quickly checked it: I'm here, just waiting outside.

I skipped to the kitchen to kiss Janine and Abe goodbye, casually heading to the door. I didn't want to look too excited, but I wanted to see Dimitri's face.

"Wait, young lady!"

I cringed at Abe's voice behind me. I slowly turned and smiled as sweetly as I could. "Yes?"

He stood with crossed arms, while Janine smiled apologetically behind him. "Am I going to meet your friend?"

"Do you want to?"

He nodded sharply, pushing past me to go outside. I huffed in acceptance, following them outside.

Dimitri slowly emerged from his SUV truck and smiled at the unwanted company. He was beautiful in blue broad shorts and a white t-shirt. My breath caught for a few seconds, when I realized his hair wasn't tied back. My fingers itched to touch that hair.

"You must be Rose's new friend," Abe commented stoically.

Dimitri smiled at Abe and shook his hand. "Yes, it's nice to meet you, sir."

Their hands stayed connected, the tension became uncomfortable. "Likewise. Now, where are you taking my Rosie today?"

Dimitri's smile became angelic as he glanced at me. "I'm taking Rosie to the beach today. The weather is beautiful, and I would love to show her some water activities."

"I see. Well, I expect you to take care of my girl and respect her the way she needs to be."

I internally grumbled at his protectiveness, but Dimitri nodded in agreement. "Of course. Her well care is very important to me as well. I will make sure she's safe and protected."

"Do you go to church, boy?" Abe asked.

Dimitri shrugged sheepishly. "My mother is a frequent member and I accompany her sometimes."

"I would love for you to join us this Sunday. I'm sure Rosie would love it." Abe looked at me. "Isn't that correct?"

"Ahh—ya, of course. I would love for you to join us," I spoke, while looking at Dimitri. I smiled in apology because, even though I didn't know him that long, I knew he wasn't a religious man.

"I actually have to head to the main island this Sunday for my work. You can count me in for next Sunday's mass, though. It would be an honour to join your family there."

"Well, now that that's settled, we're going to head out. I'll see you two later," I spoke, grabbing Dimitri's arm, heading to the truck. I ignored the tingling sensation when I touched him and rapidly moved to get away.

"Okay! It was so lovely to meet you! See you in two Sundays!" Abe screamed, as we retreated.

"It was nice to meet you, too," Dimitri spoke, while waving.

I ducked into the car and waited for Dimitri to back out of the driveway before speaking. "Sorry about that."

He chuckled and changed the music to In The Air Tonight. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if Phil Collins was an artist in the 80s or 90s, but for the life of me—I could not remember.

"It's no problem. Your father seems nice."

"He's not my father. Well, he is, but not my biological." I grimaced at my response.

He looked at me, while keeping his head straightforward. "Doesn't change the fact—he seems nice. I also love the nickname he's given you, Rosie."

I pretended to gag. "Ugh please, do not call me that again."

He pouted. "Alright, but I hardly think it's fair that he can give you a nickname and I can't."

I rolled my eyes at his childish behaviour. "You want to give me a nickname?"

He nodded in enthusiasm. "Of course. I would rather much prefer to call you Rosie, but since I can't, I will have to think of something else."

"Nothing too childish, please," I begged.

"Don't worry," he assured me with a smirk.

Silence enveloped us as Phil Collins continued to sing on. The doubt bothered me, and so, I took out my phone and looked up the song. Another song created in the 80s. I was almost sure it was a 90s tune.

"So what exactly are we going to do?" I asked.

He shook his head and pretended to lock his mouth and throw the key away.

"It's not fair that you ask me so many questions pertaining to what we are doing today but you don't actually tell me."

I thought he would answer me but what came out of his mouth were lyrics. "But I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord."

I didn't even bother to question him again but joined in his sing along. I laughed at the enthusiasm he put into his rendition. When the drum solo came, he pretended to be on a drum set and banged the steering wheel in time with the song.

We arrived at the beach, a different one from before, after two more songs from the glorious decade. I hopped out of the car and grabbed my beach bag, while Dimitri went to the back of his truck. I followed him and noticed a large picnic basket along with his backpack. "We are having a picnic?"

He smiled and grabbed the basket to hand it to me. "Of course. I don't want you to go hungry."

He gestured to the blanket that covered a large object before removing the blanket. I looked at the two surf boards and realized what we were doing today. "Surfing?"

He smiled widely and grabbed his backpack, before taking the two surfboards in his hands. "Of course. You're not a true Hawaiian, until you have surfed."

"Why did you need my clothes size then?"

"I needed it for your wetsuit. I assumed you were a 4, but Mia said that you might be a 6, I don't know, something about your shape, so I asked you instead."

"A 6? I feel insulted now. You must know I work very hard to be a size 4."

He laughed. "Take that up with Mia, she's the one that said it."

"Wait—you got me a wetsuit?"

"I don't want you to freeze in the water. It gets pretty cold out there. This isn't Bahamas water." I knew it wasn't the warmest water but it felt warm to me. "Come on, I'll show you it after we reach the beach."

I nodded and followed him to where we would be surfing. Surfing, me. I couldn't believe I was, once again, doing something new. My excitement grew as we drew closer to the beach. I actually started shaking with anticipation of seeing Dimitri in his element.

When we reached the relatively empty beach, we placed our belongings on the ground. The waves were large as they hit the shoreline with a force that should have scared me. "Can I see it now?" I asked.

His brown eyes twinkled as he took the suit out, handing it to me. It wasn't a full wet suit, ending like a pair of shorts, but the tightness of the material scared me. Every outline of my body would be visible inside the wetsuit.

The suit was a navy blue with a pop of colour in the design of a pink flower. I knew wet suits weren't in the 20 dollar range, so I felt guilty that he had spent money on it. I rubbed the material together before looking back into Dimitri's eyes. "Thanks. . .but you shouldn't have. I owe you back for the suit. I feel bad that you had to spend money on me."

He shrugged. "It's no problem, trust me. Famous surfer, remember? Father owns his own business; does any of this not ring a bell?"

I laughed at his attempt to ease my guilt. "Well, thanks. I'll pay you back somehow."

He rolled his eyes, reaching for his own wet suit. I assumed there were changing rooms somewhere, but when he quickly took his shirt off, I realized I had to change here.

I was wearing a better bikini this time, a larger pink one, so I felt better when I took off my outer wear.

I turned around to give Dimitri some privacy and tried to drag the suit up my legs. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. The suit just didn't want to budge.

I started hopping around in hops that would hopefully help, but it didn't. I was only making a fool out of myself.

Dimitri's laugh stopped me mid hop. I turned to find him with his wet suit already on. I was sure years of practice helped.

My mouth dried, as I realized see every inch of his body was visible, every inch. I tried not to glance too low, but I couldn't help it. The undeniable bulge made me forget about my own wetsuit not wanting to come on. It's common knowledge to know that men got bigger when they were aroused, and for a moment, I thought about how large the bulge would be if he was. I didn't think I would survive the view.

"Having trouble?" he asked, oblivious to my blatant staring.

"Hmm, oh yes. Can you help me?"

He smiled sweetly. "Sure."

He walked right in front of me and grabbed the wetsuit in his hands. The suit was still halfway around my thighs, so his proximity was intoxicating. He pulled the suit upwards, and inch by agonizing inch the suit went up.

I didn't dare breath for the fleeting moments that he helped me. His scent stayed on my tongue, as he lifted the suit to fit my body and finally it was on.

"There you go," he spoke deeper, like he was having trouble speaking.

I glanced at his face and noticed the brown in his eyes were completely gone. He almost looked hungry, ready to devour, as if I was the most delicious meal he had ever seen.

"Dimitri?" I asked, not really sure what I was asking, but his name came out like a question.

His eyes stayed focused on mine and slowly his hands caressed me jaw. He touched it sensually, tracing my lips. His head dipped. And for a second time, his lips connected with mine. The kiss was wetter this time, filled with something more desperate.

I gasped in surprise and excitement to feel the softness again. My fingers wrapped themselves into his silky hair, as his tongue traced my bottom lip. Instinct took over, as I opened my mouth to allow his tongue inside. He rolled his tongue inside and coaxed mine to do the same. I followed my body and responded to what he was doing to me.

Tingles of arousal crept throughout my body and settled between my legs, as his kisses became deeper. I had no air left in my lungs but I didn't dare stop. I grabbed his hair tighter, as his teeth nibbled on my upper then lower lip. I mimicked his actions and heard the satisfied groan leave his mouth. I felt a whimper leave me as tension built.

I wanted more.

I wanted to consume him.

My lungs burned with the need to breathe, and so, I moved my head to the side. Dimitri didn't stop in his passion and placed kisses along my throat, nuzzling his mouth there. I could feel his deep breathing against me, as I continued to play with his hair. The tingles remained and the desperate feeling for more remained also, but we didn't kiss again.

"You ready for the water?" Dimitri asked against my neck.

I nodded and reluctantly let go of his hair, stepping back. Dimitri smiled slightly at me, touching my lips one more time. "You're going to have to show me," I whispered as his fingers continued touching my lips.

"Of course," he laughed.

We grabbed our surf boards and the next few hours were the best of my life. I fell constantly but Dimitri kept helping me out and showing me again and again.

I laughed, groaned, screamed, and almost cried in my frustration but it was mostly fun. Dimitri was a great teacher and I learned fast.

After a while, I was able to surf tiny waves and Dimitri applauded my success.

Things took a turn for the worst when I fell and ingested too much water. The salt water burned my lungs as Dimitri took me back to the shore.

"Roza, Roza! Are you alright?"

I coughed the awful water out and tried to regain my breathing. My throat felt terrible, but I didn't tell him that. "Roza?" I asked.

He chuckled and brushed some of the wet strands out of my face. "It just came out, so I guess it's your new nickname? You like?"

I laughed before coughing more water out. "I love."

He laughed and stopped the surfing for the day. We ate instead and discussed more of our lives. Things became more personal, as he told me about his parents and childhood. I discussed how my mother had met Abe and talked about my best friends from school. He told me that he had never had a serious girlfriend and I told him we were equals in that aspect because I never did either.

He laughed and called me a smartass. I told him that I never really dated a boy and he seemed satisfied in that aspect.

I was delighted that I was learning so much about this man who I loved to spend time with. I was able to open up to him and tell him things I didn't tell anyone. I felt happy. So, so happy.

We stayed out until the sun set and then he took me home because he promised Abe he would get me home early.

He kissed me goodnight and promised to see me again soon. I slept with a smile on my face and dreamt of Dimitri holding me close.

Hope you liked! No teaser this week, chapter is not done but you might get an early update since school is donezo!

Just a little random question: Have you ever surfed?

I tried it once, fell nose first onto the board, and never tried again!

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