So I kind of had two ideas for my Valentine's Day exchange drabble, this is my other one (here you go Steph - klarolinedrabbles - consider this a bonus gift). I thought I might as well post it anyway now my stubborn muse has decided to kick in! Given the date has passed, this one isn't going to be VDay centred (probably explains the return of my muse funnily enough).
Co-stars and former lovers Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes can't stand each other for reasons only known to them. When an unwelcome, summer storm invades their film set in Georgia things between them come to a head.
(All lyrics in bolded italics from the song by Rhianna and Neyo and all flashbacks in plain italics.)
Hate that I Love You
One of these days maybe your magic won't affect me...
HATE/heɪt (v) feel intense dislike for (n) intense dislike.
Tybee Island, GA
"So what, you're just going to run away?" He demanded, the rain was falling in sheets and visibility was extremely low but Klaus could still make out her lone figure racing away from him and into the stormy night. "I really should have known, it's what you do best."
"Don't you dare put this on me, I wouldn't be running away if you would be honest about your feelings for once," she yelled, looking back briefly and pushing the wet strands of hair from her face. "At least I'm willing to put myself out there but you're just a coward."
"And running away in this storm is so much better?"
"Much better than having to deal with the same empty promises," she whimpered. Before he could argue, she ran away along the jetty, the rain and darkness enveloping her form.
"Cut!" The Director, Enzo St John yelled into the night air. One of the interns handed Klaus a towel and he used it to wipe the water from his bare forearms. Luckily it was still hovering at just over eighty-five degrees, one of the bonuses of filming in Georgia in July. The hose they'd been using to create their rain storm eventually abated and Klaus took the opportunity to look around the set now that he had a clear line of sight.
His familiar, blonde co-star was making her way from the jetty. Klaus couldn't deny she looked absolutely stunning saturated. Her blonde locks were firmly plastered to her face, framing those expressive, blue eyes and her fitted jeans and thin grey t-shirt stuck to her svelte frame. A frame he knew so well especially when it was naked and wrapped around him. In fact he'd memorised her entire body given his lips had travelled over every bare inch of her creamy skin. Trying to erase those images was proving difficult given they were emblazoned on his brain.
She was just another co-star, well that's what Klaus tried to tell himself every day of filming. And every day he had to tell himself that she wasn't just another anything. She was Caroline Forbes, the one woman who had managed to overwhelm him completely. A feat unheard of until now.
"Towel?" He offered as she strode past him, wringing out her long, blonde hair as she did it, her gaze firmly trained on the direction she was headed.
"No thanks, I mean who knows where those hands have been," she replied shortly, grabbing the one on offer from her waiting assistant nearby. Klaus shouldn't have been surprised, she'd been cold to him since they began filming three weeks earlier. If there was a competition for holding grudges, Klaus was pretty sure Caroline Forbes would win the championship hands down. Not that he could completely blame her, they hadn't left things well mainly due to a severe lack of communication teamed with his prevalent commitment issues.
Klaus knew she was angry but figured she'd had nine months to get over it. Her prickly demeanour was telling him she obviously wasn't.
"Okay, listen up everyone," Enzo interrupted. "That's a wrap but if you've been diligently reading your call sheets, as I hope, you'll know we're picking up tomorrow morning before sunrise at the beach. For those night owls who have no idea what time that equates to, it's 4:30am." Klaus rolled his eyes thinking that by the time he returned to his accommodation he'd be lucky to have three hours sleep. Less if his dreams were filled with Caroline like they'd been the past two weeks straight.
Given their first kissing scene was due to take place at sunrise, he was fairly certain that insomnia was most definitely on the cards tonight. He wasn't worried about the scene, her lips obviously weren't foreign to him and Klaus knew that part of the script he could master with ease but the problem was trying to stop himself when the director yelled cut. Klaus wasn't sure after so much time apart that he'd be willing to let her go so easily.
Klaus would always remember the first time he laid eyes on Caroline Forbes eighteen months earlier, mainly because she was more gorgeous in person than he could have imagined. Blonde waves, pink lips and creamy skin not to mention her gorgeous physique poured into a cornflower dress the exact hue of those eyes he'd committed to memory, throwing Klaus slightly off guard.
It was a Monday and their respective agents had organised brunch at the luxurious Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills to discuss the possibility of starring together in a yet to be titled period piece. Apparently the director wanted to find out if they had chemistry, Klaus always assumed that's what an audition was for but Enzo St John's approach was nothing short of unorthodox.
Klaus had already carved out a successful acting career and was never short of work so he didn't really need this role but something about meeting Caroline Forbes intrigued him. He'd seen her films and the girl certainly had talent. The fact she was absolutely beautiful just added to her overall allure.
As she made her way towards him those hips swinging rhythmically and hypnotising him, Klaus licked his lips in anticipation. He was already planning ways of getting her into his bed, possibly an intimate dinner at La Poubelle followed by a drink at his Hollywood Hill's mansion. No one refused his charms and he was fairly certain Caroline would follow suit.
"Hello, love," he smiled, breaking out those dimples he knew had the power to disarm most women. Her frustrated expression was telling him that she wasn't most women.
"It's Caroline," she replied, taking a seat. "So, what's good here?"
"Excuse me?" He asked, not expecting that comment to come out next.
"The food," she explained. "I'm starving." Klaus was so used to most actresses skipping the meal rather than devouring the menu as she seemed to be doing right now. Obviously she wasn't like most actresses either.
"The crispy bacon is pretty good," he offered. "If you don't mind the excess calories."
"Why would I mind that?" She baulked. "The more calories the better. In fact, I might get those pancakes and some of that bacon on the side." It was obvious her immediate focus was on food so they ordered quickly and once the waiter left they were alone again. Klaus always knew the right thing to say to women but she'd thrown him off slightly with all that food talk. He wondered whether her appetite for food matched that in the bedroom. He really was hoping so.
"So," she began. "Is this the part where we try to bond or something like that?" Klaus nearly spit out his mouthful of orange juice at her comment. If it meant between the sheets, he was definitely on board with a little bonding. "I think we can agree that we share a love of bacon, which is a start I guess."
"True. I honestly have no idea this is the first time I'ver ever had one of these famous Enzo St John 'get to know each other' meetings," Klaus shared.
"It isn't half awkward at all," she admitted, removing her oversized, Gucci sunglasses and placing them on the table. "It feels like I'm on a blind, first date and not meeting with my possible, future co-star." Klaus chuckled, she was certainly right about that. "I knew Enzo St John was eccentric but this weird 'do we have chemistry' meeting is verging on the bizarre. Especially given he's not even here to witness it."
"Oh, he isn't here but he records it. Didn't your agent tell you that?"
"You're joking," she muttered. "Right?"
"Unfortunately not."
"Thanks Katherine. Well that isn't creepy at all," she murmured. "Uh, not that I think you're creepy Mr St John, in fact you are one of the best directors I have ever come across."
"Smooth, love," he joked.
"I told you, it's Caroline," she insisted. Most girls thought it was endearing, she obviously wasn't so convinced of that fact.
"Fair enough, Caroline," he repeated, a little taken aback by her brazen nature. "I thought it was just the lack of food but someone's obviously a little uptight, if you don't mind me saying," he offered. She really did need someone to ruffle those feathers and Klaus figured he was the perfect candidate for the job.
"Actually I do," she growled. "I may be hungry but you don't even know me."
"I'm starting to believe that's not necessarily a bad thing," he joked. "Looks like someone needs some stress relief."
"Oh, I get it. You're the one who's going to provide it, right? Between you and me I think you need to work on your lines, Mikaelson."
"My lines," Klaus scoffed. Where did she get off accusing him of that? He didn't need lines, he was Klaus bloody Mikaelson after all. "I was merely stating that you are in fact unnaturally tense and that response just proves my point."
"I didn't realise you were a therapist."
"I'm not but if there's something I know about women it's how to relax them, if you know what I mean," he implied, raising his eyebrows knowingly. Klaus didn't expect to jump into that straight away but it was obvious she needed some kind of sexual intervention.
"Charming. You know I'm not sure the director would think this was entirely professional conversation."
"Well, given he's not listening I think it will be okay."
"Excuse me?"
"I was joking before, I assumed you knew that."
"Uh no I didn't, excuse me if I'm not familiar with your warped sense of humour just yet," she hissed.
"My sense of humour is perfectly fine," he growled. "From what I can tell though yours is absolutely non existent."
"That's it, I'm going. No movie role is worth this."
"There's no need to be so childish, love," he said. "Plus, you're not going to leave. If anything it's because I know just how hungry you are."
"Don't worry about me, I'll get it to go," she shot back ignoring his obvious double meaning, standing up and stalking away. Despite everything Klaus couldn't deny just how sexy her pert bottom looked as she left. Same with that feisty attitude.
Turns out Enzo might not have been filming them but he'd organised for someone to sit at the neighbouring table and identify any possible chemistry. According to his spy these two had enough combustable energy to start a fire. Pity neither actor wanted anything to do with the other even when he subsequently pursued them. Enzo would lie in wait for his next available opportunity to cast them together, knowing that their sparks would translate into an enormous profit at the box office. He just needed to convince them of that fact.
And your kiss won't make me weak...
Caroline was pretty certain she was one of the only actors who truly dreaded award ceremonies. She figured it might change if and when she was ever nominated one day but she hated the fact she had to starve for weeks all in the vain hope of stuffing herself into a dress that was at least two sizes too small. She loved her food, what could she say? So, here she was poured into a canary yellow Alexander McQueen and willing herself not to eat the table legs. As the ceremony flew past in a flurry of bad jokes and even worse acceptance speeches she found her eyes wandering the room. Then she noticed him.
They hadn't spoken for months, only if you counted speaking as trading barbs at various events. He was still a phenomenal actor, pity about that whole arrogant playboy part. When she'd met with him at the Peninsula, Caroline had to admit she had some preconceived notions given his wild reputation but when he proved them correct she'd actually been disappointed.
She'd never met anyone so smug, not to mention delusional. She took her career seriously but it was obvious Klaus Mikaelson had one hell of an ego and got by on his looks, recycled lines and not much else. Yes, he was extremely talented but that was where her admiration towards him ended. She'd be lying if she hadn't followed his movements in the tabloids since though, Caroline decided to try and put that down to idle curiosity and nothing more. But really, who was she kidding?
Unfortunately when it came to the actor in question, her head and other parts of her anatomy weren't on the same page. It had been a while after all and Caroline couldn't deny the lust coursing through her body as she assessed his appearance. His black suit fitted him like a second skin. His dirty, blonde curls were tamed tonight but there was no mistaking those sinful, crimson lips.
Almost like he could feel her watching he turned in his chair slightly, raising his drink in salute, those disarming dimples emerging with full force. She looked away in embarrassment, feeling her cheeks heat up at the same time. Why did he have to catch her staring so obviously?
Caroline liked to be in control but the one thing she couldn't stop was the heat spreading through her body as he continued to peruse from a distance. She wanted him badly, that much was obvious. Yes he was an arrogant ass but Caroline decided she needed to get him out of her system once and for all and what better way than having a one night stand? Some people detoxed with juice, Caroline had another approach.
Fast forward through ninety minutes of stolen glances and they'd wordlessly made their way to the elevator, their eyes not leaving each other but also mindful not to touch given the intense media scrutiny.
Her heart was racing and every fibre of her being was telling her this was an extremely bad idea but she couldn't fight it any longer. Caroline wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol she'd consumed to dull her boredom along with the lack of food or whether it was the sight of him in a tuxedo but as the lift doors closed behind them the pent up, sexual tension was palpable.
Klaus lunged forward and took her by the shoulders, greedily caressing her lips. Every fear she had was melting away as his tongue massaged hers causing Caroline to groan into his mouth. His hands moved lower tracing the yellow fabric over her abdomen and found her hips roughly pushing her against the wall and cupping her taut behind and lifting her so that his growing erection was now pressed firmly against her thigh.
The wall was cool against her bare back but the warmth from his mouth as it devoured hers was causing heat to stir in even the most dormant of places. It had been far too long which was the reason Caroline figured she was acting so unusually reckless but right now as his head dipped lower and his tongue circled her nipple teasingly through the fabric of her dress, she didn't care about the consequences. His tongue picked up it's rhythm and Caroline grabbed onto a fistful of his hair trying to steady herself as the sensations he was causing began to build.
The elevator dinged, interrupting their frenzied activity. They stared at each other, their breathing equally ragged. His eyes were searching hers hungrily as he placed her back on the ground slowly. Caroline didn't want to question anything anymore. She tore away her gaze, taking his hand and pulling him out of the lift and down the hall hurriedly. The point of no return had well and truly passed.
Caroline woke with a start, the sheen of sweat coating her skin a telling sign that her dreams had been less than innocent. She scowled knowing just who was responsible. Him. It had been months since their last tryst but Caroline still couldn't shake him.
She'd tried, even going out with some wannabe actor who loved his hair more than life itself but it hadn't stopped the dreams, if anything it had only encouraged them. Co-starring together given their history probably wasn't the best move but it was a Nicholas Sparks adaption and you didn't ever turn that down, just ask Rachel McAdams. The fact Enzo St John was directing and had been chasing her for over a year only added to its appeal.
The only problem was having to be in such close proximity to Klaus again and anyone who'd seen a Nicholas Sparks film would know that close proximity meant skin on skin as well as everything else possible including lips, hands and tongues. Today was their first on screen kiss and Caroline was nervous, yes she'd tasted him before but this time it would be in front of the entire cast and crew. Easy, right?
It was still dark when Caroline rolled out of bed trying to psych herself up for the scene. She could kiss Klaus in her sleep but she was worried about the consequences and the residual feelings it would awaken. He was still an ass but his effect upon her wasn't going to fade anytime soon unfortunately. She'd tried to tell herself it was just physical but she knew that was just a poor attempt to try and get over him for good. Funnily enough it wasn't working.
The water was cool but not as biting as Caroline had expected, she silently thanked Georgia for the seasonally warm climate. His eyes raked over her body, she was wearing a white t-shirt that was now translucent from the elements, her brief bikini clearly on show underneath. His hands were grazing her lower back, those dark, blue eyes drinking in her appearance just as the sun broke through the sky for the first time. This was the pivotal scene where Jaime and Chris realised they were falling in love.
The crew held off, making sure their cameras were ready to capture that exact moment when the streaks of brilliant oranges and pinks emerged to create the perfect backdrop for their first, searing kiss. Caroline inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself. She wanted to hate him so much but that was difficult when he was only inches away. It would be so easy to lean forward and give into him completely like before.
He didn't deserve her though and as much as Caroline hated to admit it, Klaus Mikaelson wasn't the right guy for her and although their attraction was still so intense nothing would change that fact. Caroline felt her chest constrict hoping that she would be able to manage to recite her lines.
"Action," Enzo yelled.
"You're so beautiful," Klaus murmured, pulling her closer into his arms.
"I bet you say that to all the girls," she teased. "Just so you know, I'm not that easily swayed especially by arrogant, city guys who sweep into town only wanting a summer romance."
"That's why I like you so much," he grinned, placing his hand on her head and combing his fingers through her wet hair affectionately. "I may be a city guy but I didn't sweep in here expecting anything, least of all to meet someone like you. Plus, your fishing skills are second to none."
"They are but should I be worried that you're only using me for sustenance and survival if we got stranded on a desert island?"
"I think we both know why we're here and it has nothing to do with that. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you Jaime." Klaus uttered, closing the gap between them and capturing his lips with hers.
It had been a while but if you asked Caroline at that exact moment it was like they'd never been apart. She melted into him. The actress in her knew that this scene with the brilliant sunrise in the background would look stunning on screen but every other feeling was spurring her on further. She didn't remember when the director called cut, Caroline was far too caught up in Klaus to register anything else.
"Fancy running into you here," his familiar voice commented, taking a seat on the neighbouring barstool. Caroline rolled her eyes thinking it was typical, all she wanted was some alone time without her ex-lover she'd kissed earlier that day.
"Given there aren't many bars on this tiny island it's hardly a coincidence," she growled, swirling the vodka around her glass and then taking a much needed sip.
"So, drinking this early in the afternoon?"
"What can I say you've driven me to alcohol," she muttered. Yeah him and his stupid ass kiss that she'd been playing in her head on repeat all day. It didn't help that his blue polo shirt was emphasising his eyes and highlighting his toned muscles and newly acquired tan.
"You used to like my kisses," he offered, almost like he could read her mind.
"I was faking it."
"Oh and what about all those orgasms? Were you faking those as well?"
"Well, I am a damn good actress," Caroline boasted.
"That you may be love but no one is that good at faking an orgasm," he shot back. Yes, he had a big ego but she'd truly enjoyed him as much as he'd enjoyed her., unfortunately too much given she couldn't get over his pompous ass.
"Are you just here to revisit our brief and regrettable history Mikaelson or do you actually have a point?" The hurt that crossed his face told Caroline that she'd either bruised his precious ego or he actually cared. She was pretty sure it was the first knowing him.
"I realise it was my fault it was brief but I've never regretted one moment between us, Caroline," he implored, turning to face her. "If I could change things I would."
"Oh really? And how exactly would you change things?"
"I would have realised what an idiot I was to let you go," he murmured. "I was immature back then, I didn't realise what a real relationship was and to be honest it kind of scared me."
"Oh so that gives you the right to call things off when they were getting a little too suffocating for your liking?"
"It wasn't suffocating, it was just new," he mumbled.
"So, why exactly are you stalking me now? You got your wish, feel free to go out and sleep with as many groupies as you like, you have my permission."
"I don't want your permission," he baulked. "In fact I don't want any groupies either, I haven't been with anyone since you, Caroline. All I want is you."
"And that's my fault?"
"No, it's mine because I was too stupid to see how lucky I was to have you in my life," he pleaded, hoping to get through to her.
"Too little too late," she muttered, draining her glass and throwing a wad of notes on the bar.
"Is it because of him?"
"Who?"
"That Stefan Salvatore idiot you were dating," he scowled, his jealously obvious.
"My love life is none of your business, it hasn't been for a long time." She rushed away before he could reply, Caroline should have been angry he was playing the jealous ex lover but if anything she was just sad. Sad about what could have been between them all those months ago.
But no one in this world knows me the way you know me...
LOVE/ lʌv n. a strong feeling of affection, great interest and pleasure in something v. feel deep affection or sexual love for (someone)
Klaus knew things had changed considerably since their kissing scene and subsequent conversation a week earlier, Caroline was decidedly quiet and far less feisty than usual. He wasn't sure whether it was a good or bad sign. When they were submerged in the water he felt her shiver uncontrollably as his hands grazed her hips and Klaus knew it wasn't only due to the temperature. He also knew that kiss they shared wasn't just two people acting out parts in a movie. Her unsettled behaviour at the bar had only confirmed his suspicions.
But she was still so hostile towards him and it wasn't only the wet dreams that were keeping him awake at night it was trying to work out what was going through her head. Klaus decided it was a question that he'd probably never be able to answer in his lifetime given women like Caroline were just that complicated.
When he signed onto this movie, Klaus had been far too driven about starring alongside Caroline to really focus on the overall plot, although his publicist told him the softer and more emotional role would help improve his supposed womanising image. He'd fallen short of arguing with Bonnie given she was right most of the time and knew it. Well, that was before he met Caroline. In the months they'd been apart Klaus had been completely and unusually celibate, he hadn't lied to Caroline about that. It wasn't like he hadn't tried to get Caroline out of his system multiple times but those familiar blue eyes would flash through his mind and render him pretty much useless.
The film and dialogue mirrored so much of their short history and Klaus knew he wasn't the only one thrown by it given her recent behaviour. The only saving grace was that she had signed on to be here too and that had to mean something. He truly believed he was a different guy to the one she'd met months ago but he needed to convince Caroline of that fact, if she'd ever listen to him again of course.
They were shooting the first love scene in the famed lighthouse this morning and as they readied themselves Klaus knew this wasn't going to be anything like their previous times together. If anyone thought filming love scenes was romantic then they obviously had no idea what was involved.
It didn't help that a weather front was also moving in and talk of production possibly halting had been rife. Hurricane Matthew had already caused so much damage in the neighbouring Bahamas and it was apparently headed towards them at a rapid pace. They'd considered evacuating the small island but emergency services had insisted that it was weakening considerably and had downgraded its severity. Klaus also figured Enzo wanted to push on mainly because he loved a bit of drama.
Caroline had been silent as they prepared for the scene, he could sense she was uneasy. Klaus wasn't sure whether it was due to the impending love scene or the weather conditions. She always liked to put on a brave face but Klaus knew she was an expert worrier.
"Are you okay," he whispered, trying not to attract the attention of the crew that were helping to set up the shot.
"I'm fine," she hissed.
"You know I read something in an article once, Cosmopolitan I think it was. When a woman says she's fine it generally means many things including fuck off before I beat you to death with my Manolo Blahnik." Caroline let out an unexpected chuckle surprising him slightly. It had been so long since he'd heard that beautiful, melodic laugh.
"You know Manolo Blahnik is a shoe brand and you read Cosmopolitan?"
"Well, how else am I going to know which guys are bad for me and which moisturiser is best for my complexion? Plus, I just love those quizzes about how to find your perfect guy."
"So, how did you do?" She asked, a grin crossing her face. Something he'd missed in all the time they'd been filming.
"He's apparently sweet, sensitive and at least six foot," he replied. "Unfortunately I'm still waiting for him to turn up but no sign just yet."
"I'm worried about this storm," she whispered, her smile suddenly turning into an anxious frown. "Do you think we're going to be okay?"
"Well, I imagine they wouldn't let us stay here if it wasn't one hundred percent safe," he shared. "I'm sure we'll be fine, love."
The grey clouds had continued to roll in but production continued anyway. Even the low grumble of thunder in the distance had been ignored in place of the perfect scene they were filming at the top of the lighthouse.
Klaus was now pushed up against Caroline in a confined space, her smooth breasts rubbing against his chest as his arms looped around her neck and his lips devoured hers. The one thing he was glad about was that his growing erection was now hidden by the strategically placed blanket he was that aroused. The sound of her panting between kisses as he pretended to penetrate her was killing him but this was acting after all.
"Cut!" Enzo yelled unexpectantly. Klaus looked at the director curiously, given he'd been intimate with Caroline before he didn't think his acting was that bad. "Looks like Mother Nature has other plans and according to our OHS representative, apparently it's my duty as director to advise you that even though the hurricane's category hasn't changed, you can evacuate if you so wish," he growled, his annoyance obvious.
Klaus and Caroline looked at each other awkwardly. When you were immersed in a scene like that you could lose yourself and your identity but once the director yelled cut it had a habit of bringing you back to reality with a bang. The fact it was so awkward and given their close proximity didn't help as they tried to extricate themselves. Losing her warmth against him was probably the hardest part. By the look on her face, Caroline felt the same way.
They dressed hurriedly not looking in each other's direction and made their way to their accommodation to gather their belongings. Klaus looked at his things scattered on his bed and for some reason he had no desire to leave. The evacuation warnings weren't compulsory and Enzo had only advised them as a precaution. He even knew of a few bars that were holding hurricane parties. Klaus had never been one to run away from danger and he didn't want to start now.
So you'll probably always have a spell on me
Caroline was worried, she'd hurriedly packed her belongings and left her hotel waiting to be picked up with everyone else. People were gathered at the jetty waiting for their departure, the wind had picked up considerably and she searched the area for him but no sign.
"Okay everyone, we have cars coming to ferry you to the mainland in the next ten minutes," Enzo shouted for their benefit. Still he didn't appear and Caroline headed towards Enzo purposefully.
"Where's Klaus?" She asked pointedly, trying not to sound so upset.
"He's staying on the island," he shared. "There are a few of the cast and crew doing that but there's nothing to be worried about."
"Does he have a death wish?"
"He should be more than okay this is really just a precaution but I suggest you ask him that question if you'e so worried," Enzo offered turning away, she couldn't miss the knowing smirk that crossed his face though. Caroline consulted her options, she could either stay here like an absolute idiot or make her way to Savannah. As much as she preferred the second option she left the jetty and made her way inland. If she died she was going to blame his idiotic ass.
The wind had picked up, people were running around in a panic but Caroline continued her trek towards his accommodation. She'd been cursing loudly wondering why she'd been so stupid to track him down but the overwhelming problem was that she unfortunately cared. More than that she loved the stupid bafoon, even with those arrogant and childish tendencies. The fact he was staying during a hurricane was case in point.
She banged on his hotel room door loudly, hoping that he hadn't left yet, she wanted to give him a piece of her mind before that. He didn't answer straight away and Caroline felt deflated with every fruitless knock. What if something bad had happened?
"Okay, no need to knock the door down," Klaus shouted as he threw the door open. "Caroline?"
"You bastard!"
"Well, hello to you too, love," he replied, his surprise obvious. Caroline was trying to ignore just how gorgeous he looked with only a white towel slung around his waist. His hair was wet and his bare chest on full display and she could make out the stray water droplets that were running teasingly downwards. "What are you still doing here? You really need to leave the island."
"But yet you haven't?"
"The threat isn't that bad, so I decided to stay."
"Why doesn't your immaturity surprise me?"
"So, why exactly are you still here if I'm so childish?" Caroline had no answer, her emotions were in overdrive. When she'd discovered he was staying every fibre in her body had gone into overdrive.
"You frustrate me," she bit out through clenched teeth.
"I think we've already covered that."
"Fine, I love your annoying, childish ass and I was worried," she growled, moving inside past him. "Are you happy now?"
"It's not a competition, love," he sighed. "You realise that I love you too, have done for a long while now."
"So, that excuses everything you did?"
"Not at all," he murmured. "I was stupid."
"But i won, right? You know because I said it first and all." She grinned, placing her hands on his bare chest.
"Well..." Before he could reply properly she'd removed his towel and pushed him onto the bed. "I'm assuming if I agree I'm going to get very lucky tonight."
"There was never any contest, plus I've heard its pretty hot having sex during a storm."