Christian has made me move and get on the passenger side. I argued with him about his cast and state of mind. "I swear to god, Christian. If we get into an accident, I will kill you."

He laughs it off and starts driving. We drive until we get downtown. He parks on the side street in front of a small local restaurant. Before I could ask him what we were doing there, a man comes up to my door. Christian rolls my window down and the man greets me.

"Hello. Welcome to Mon Amour. I'm Marc, I'll be your take-out server," He smiles and hands me a news paper, "Here is our menu for today. Just wave to me when you're ready," He points to what seems like a speech desk, "I'll be right there."

The waiter leaves and I give Christian the menu. "So what do you want to eat, Ana?"

"I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat Anastasia. It's already time for lunch." He looks at me expectantly, "You already skipped breakfast because of me."

"Just take me home and I'll eat there. This place looks expensive."

"If you don't pick anything right now, I will drag you into the restaurant and we will eat in there even if you're only wearing pajamas." He snaps at me.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Fine. Let me see." I hold out my hand so he can give me the menu.

I wave at the waiter and he quickly comes to my side. "Are you ready to order?" He asks.

"Yes, I'd like the Cass-...cassoulet?"

"Duck or chicken?"

"Chicken please." Lord knows I'm too scared to try duck right now.

"Alright, anything to drink?"

"Just water."

"And for you sir?"

"I'll have a lunch serving of the beef bourguignon, a side of your pommes frites and a coke."

"Would that be all Mr...?"

"Grey. And yes."

The man runs back to his spot and starts punching our order on his computer.

"I'm sorry for what I did last night. I was out of control. I shouldn't have come to your house and threaten you like that. I don't even remember exactly what I said and did but I'm sure, by the way your treating me, I've been an ass. I don't want to be-" I smash my mouth on his to make him stop rambling.

I pull away and mock him, "I didn't know how to make you shut up."

He grins and I melt. I turn away knowing that I'm blushing.

Our food arrives and Christian pays.

"I'll take you on a picnic. It's the least I could do." He reaches for my hand and gives it a squeeze.

We drive towards the trails where most of the locals go to get a good workout. He parks in front of the public park then takes the food out and gives me my box of food. I don't even know what I ordered.

We keep quiet for a few minutes and enjoy our food, "Thank you, Ana."

"For what?" I ask.

"For being there for me. For listening."

I smile at him, "Don't worry about it, that's what friends do."

"Is that all that we are?" He looks at me with sad eyes. I can tell the light mood has shifted, "Friends?"

I take a deep breath but before I could say anything, he is kissing me again. I respond to his kiss by kissing him back with as much passion as he is giving. He pulls away and looks me in the eye, "Tell me that that was not more than just being friends. This is more than being friends, Ana. Don't act like the feelings that I feel for you aren't mutual, or you wouldn't have kissed me back."

I turn away, afraid that I'd give in and tell him that I really do think of him as more than a friend as well. "You know I can't... I've been hurt and I'm afraid of getting hurt again. Especially by you."

"What can I do to make you believe that I wouldn't hurt you?" He asks, pleading.

I don't answer him so he reaches for my face and pulls me toward him. He looks me in the eye and I realize that I could not lie to him, or myself anymore. I kiss him once more with urgent and need this time.

As we kissed, he would wipe my tears and comforts me. He mouths a 'shhh' as his mouth was on mine. I put my head down on his chest and he hugs me tight. Oddly enough, I felt safe around his arms.

I break contact and tell him, "I have to go home."

"I'll take you home."

I fall asleep as we drove back to my home. Christian has turned the radio on and I can hear an acoustic indie song playing. It was perfect. The lyrics. The melody. The guitar. It was so soothing and comforting.

"Ana? We're home."

I open my eyes and take a look at my surroundings. "Christian, this is not my home." I glare at him. "I believe this is yours."

"Yes, I'm taking you home...later. Come with me." He gets out of the car and opens my door for me. He reaches out a hand and I take it.

We walk towards the house but he doesn't go toward the front door. We walk to the side of the house and he opens an inconspicuous gate. I walk in and find a beautiful yard. He keeps walking with his cast and I tried very hard not to laugh as he pretty much wobbled when he had to walk on the grass. When we got to the other end of the yard, I finally notice the beautiful scenery in front of me. It was like a private marina. There was a boathouse and a boat, of course. There was a dock that could only look like a picture from one of those cheesy calendars that only picture really cheesy places that I thought didn't actually exist.

"This is beautiful..." I tell him and he pulls me closer to him so we can walk hand in hand.

"Come on," he says. "I'm taking you out on my boat." He says all too proudly.

I follow him and walk inside the boathouse. I see trophies after trophies. I see fishing poles, nets, ropes, paddles, life vests, a hammock and a small beige couch. The whole place was rustic and it seems like someone spends a lot of time there.

"Get a vest," he orders. "I don't want you drowning." He teases.

"Yes sir." I salute him.

"Don't 'sir' me. It makes me want to control you."

I narrow my eyes and scrunch my eyebrows at him. "You know you're weird?" I ask him.

"Yes. Now please get a vest. They're right there. Bright and orange."

I sigh, "Okay." I quickly walk to where the pile of vests are and start putting one on. I walk back to him and I see him smirking at me.

"What?" I ask.

"You put it on wrong." He chuckles. "It should be tighter. Do you want to die?"

"I have been fishing with Ray since I could remember. I think I would know how to put a vest on. And I like it loose. Do you want me to suffocate?" I say, mocking him.

"Fine. Let's go." He wobbles toward the dock and heads for a small boat. "This is my Mia." He gestures proudly.

"Mia?" I ask knowing that her sister's name is Mia.

"Don't look at me like that." He looks down on the wooden planks. "I had to name my boat and Mia felt right at the moment."

"No, it's good. I like it." I assured him.

I get on the boat and watch him do his thing. Or more like, watched him limp from one place to the other.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" I ask him as he get frustrated running back and fort with his heavy cast.

"I'm sure. Just sit back and relax, Ms. Steele."

Our boat starts moving and I can't help but feel excited. The last time I've gone on a boat was when I was ten, before I decided that fishing was not my thing because I was a girl. Thinking about it now, I think that was one of the stupidest things I have ever come up with as a child. I'm sure Kate had something to do with it. I have a feeling she brainwashed me in ways that I haven't even realized.

Our boat stops when we get in the middle of nowhere and Christian sits next to me. "I love it here." He says.

"I do too... It's beautiful, Christian. Thank you for taking me." I smile at him.

"No problem. I'm glad you like being here too."

We talk and talk about life. How he hates raw tomatoes but loves ketchup. And how he would like to learn how to fly someday and maybe own a business. He asks me about my hopes and dreams and assures me that I'll make those dreams become reality. We sat there for seemed like hours, getting to know each other and I can't believe that I actually had fun with Mr. Mercurial Grey.

"It's getting late," I tell him.

He looks away, "Yeah, I should get you home."

We start heading back and rain starts pouring. "Oh great." I mutter through my teeth. The boat didn't have a cover so I knew I would get soaking wet.

"It's not far!" He yells, "Don't worry, I'll get you back at the dock in a few minutes!"

"Whatever, I'm already wet! Ugh! Christian! Why didn't we start heading back as soon as it got gloomy?!" I yell at him as I ducked and tried to cover my head with my arms.

When we reached the boathouse, he helps me out of the boat even though we both know the one who really needed help here was Christian. I was about to step out of the boathouse and start heading for his car when he stops me by the door.

"Ana, I want you to be my girlfriend." His eyes were serious.

"Christian. I can't. Please let me go."

I run towards the gate and he stops me again. This time, his mouth is on mine, forcing me to give access to my mouth. Needing me. Making me feel wanted. We are kissing in the rain. Something that every girl would probably want in their life. Something that I thought only happened in movies. He pulls away but places his hands on both sides of my face.

"Ana. I'm going to ask you again and please help me god, will you please be my girlfriend?"

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