"Tell me that love is enough. The seas will be parted for us."—Jarryd James.

••

The silence in the car is so thick that perhaps a knife would not be strong enough to slice the void. Probably an ax or a chainsaw—but not a knife.

The radio that normally makes the lack of speech less awkward is off today, and Blaze doesn't seem to be in the mood for music at this moment. His aura screams 'leave me alone' and I don't want to be a victim of his harsh tongue again. It's not something I can handle.

Dark clouds have begun to gather above, sending the indication that it'll rain soon. The humid air on the outside and the high air conditions in the car has me freezing, and I rub my arm to warm myself up as I look over at him, deciding to try my luck.

"Where are we going?"

Normally, he would be the one to break the ice, but today it seems he rather stay quiet. But not hearing his laughter and his crazy attempts at singing while we drive in his car is saddening.

"You should have asked that before you came into the car, Harmony," he starts. "Isn't it too late to be worried about where I am taking you?"

"I am not worried," I reply truthfully. "I was just asking."

He doesn't say anything else and just stares ahead with firm jaws. The stillness is suffocating. I want the fun Blaze back.

His mood is never stable. One minute he's sweet and smiling and calling you green eyes, and then the next he's giving you the cold shoulder and ignoring your presence. I can't keep up with the hot and cold behavior; it's starting to get frustrating.

Rain hits the windshield in small droplets then begins to pour down heavily and from the looks of it, this could easily turn into a thunderstorm.

"It's raining," I state the obvious. "We should probably head back to school."

He looks at me and the pissed look on his face causes me to shrink in my seat.

"If I head back to school, I will kill someone right now, do you want to see me kill someone? You are the same person who will run into the way to stop me like the guardian angel."

I swallow. Maybe I should just stop talking. He is obviously in a bad mood.

He resumes his attention ahead as he turns onto a sandy area with a wide body of water in front of it. A beach. The smell of salt and seaweeds circulates the car and I register that we are seemingly at the back section where there is no-one but us.

"Why are we at a beach?" I look around curiously, and Blaze looks extremely annoyed as he kills his engine, now magnifying the sound of the raindrops hitting against the roof.

"I am freeing my headspace. I didn't ask you to come, Harmony."

"I know Blaze, I am not complaining."

"It sounds to me like you are." He glares at me grimly, and I sigh and look away from him.

God, he's being unnecessarily difficult. I should just give him time.

He reclines his seat so that he can lay down onto his back. Perching a bicep over his forehead, he shuts his eyes, and in no time, he has drifted off to sleep.

I grab my earbuds from my bag and slip them in. I do the same thing with my seat as I listen to 'Hate you' by Ingrid Michaelson.

And in no time, I have fallen asleep too.

••

I open my eyes to the rain still beating against the car. The windshield is foggy and spotted with water droplets, disabling me from properly seeing on the outside, but I manage to locate the sky through the hazy glass, and it is a broad stretch of absolute blackness. It's evident that this rain won't be letting up anytime soon.

My playlist is now playing the song 'A Thousand Times' by Jarryd James ft. Broods, and Blaze is still sleeping soundly next to me.

His breathing is even, and he looks so serene and relaxed as if he has no care in the world. Then the feeling of sympathy I had felt at his dorm that night returns with twice the intensity it had.

He doesn't seem to live well with his father and his mother shot herself in the head. He doesn't look worried about it, but he could be concealing his true feelings as a defense mechanism. If that's the case, he must have been practicing this form of cope technique for years to make him this good at it.

I don't think I will ever understand him, no matter how hard I try to.

I take my earbuds out and lean closer to him, hearing the soft rhythm of his breathing amidst the rain on the outside. I wish I could read his mind and know his thoughts. It's really hard to know what he's feeling because he hides so much of himself. Maybe he doesn't trust me that much yet.

His eyes slowly flutter open to meet mine, and I blush at how close our faces actually are. When his eyes were closed, it didn't feel this intimate, but now that his orbs are staring into mine this feels quite intense.

I remember that moment in his room when I had touched his lashes while he was asleep and the events that followed right after with him hovering above me on his bed. However, Blaze is not in the best of moods today, so if anything, he's going to be mad about my invasion of personal space.

"S-sorry."

I gesture to move away when he presses a palm against my back to keep me in place. I look at him and his eyes are softer than how they were before he fell asleep.

"You are weird, Harmony," he whispers, forming small circles on my back with his thumb. "You are still here even when I do crazy things..."

I purse my lips. I know I am strange. A lot of people would keep their distance after witnessing the bizarre behaviors of Blaze Xander, but my pitiful need to save the world just won't let me.

"That's because I see far more than what everyone else sees..." I confess.

He shifts onto his side, perching his arm under his head comfortably while keeping eye contact. "What do you see?"

I ponder on my response for a moment, the downpour on the outside penetrating the quietness of the car.

"A broken person." I half-smile.

His eyes gleam with a strange emotion for less than a second and then he sighs, his mouth slightly tugging upwards.

"Well, I'm not broken. I am perfectly fine."

"Are you sure?" I quietly ask.

"Yeah, I am sure." He smiles.

I nod my head slowly, idly tracing my fingertip over his gear stick. I don't believe that. I prefer forming my own hypothesis of him; I don't need him telling me that he isn't. A broken person will never admit that they are.

"What is it?" He questions and I shrug my shoulders.

"I am just patiently waiting for you to open up to me one day."

A small smirk appears on his face and he rolls onto his back, turning his head toward me. "You just don't accept what people say, mm?"

I smile, still forming lines on his handbrake. "Nope."

I don't hear him say anything else for a while, and so I look up to find him staring at me intensely. The hazy look in his crystal eyes causes the butterflies to resume their assembly in my stomach and I writhe in my spot unnoticeably.

"Sit on me," he says.

I look at him with uncertainty, wondering if I heard correctly. "Sit on you?"

"Yeah...on my groin."

I blink my eyes, heat stretching across my face like a running pipe. It constantly strikes me as a surprise the way he casually utters sexual phrases as if it's the same as offering a normal greeting.

My body has reacted to the words immediately; my heart now racing and my feet, weak beneath me.

"If you want to, that is..." His lips quirk up to the side, revealing just one of the dents in his cheeks. "But I would love it if you could. I won't do anything you wouldn't want."

I swallow as he continues to look me in the eyes. And then without much thought, I begin to move over to him, my body and mind operating all on their own.

He helps me onto him, and I put my legs on either side of his body, straddling his thighs while my back presses against his steering wheel.

He pulls the seat up a little so that our faces are some inches apart, and he stares up at me with passion in his orbs, his signature smirk still framing his cherry lips.

The bulge inside his shorts is evident yet again and I squirm slightly at the firm feel of it, blowing my cheeks out nervously.

Blaze titters, salivating his lips. "Still haven't gotten used to that, have you?"

I am unable to answer his question because I am busy trying to breathe properly. Though I have been in this very position a few nights ago, the situation still feels fresh and foreign.

He brings his face up and leans his forehead against mine, his lips faintly brushing mine.

"Are you wearing tights under this dress?"

My breath gets trapped in my throat and so instead of giving an audible answer, I nod my head.

He pretends to frown but he's still smiling. "Well, that's unfortunate."

His warm hand is now trailing along my leg and I close my eyes and swallow.

"I love who you are when it is just us two, Harmony," he whispers against my lips. "I love this side of you that you show to no one else."

Burying his face in the crook of my neck, he snuggles his warm cheek against mine.

"You smell good," he mumbles, and I smile.

"Thanks."

I want to say 'you too' but my reservedness won't let me, so I just purse my lips as a replacement.

Both his hands are now on my thighs, squeezing gently and kneading into the creamy softness of them.

"Did you think about what happened between us at the party as much as I did?" He asks, and the desire between my legs level up drastically.

Should I respond? I am yet to muster up the courage to speak so freely.

"Did you?" He prods, as he kisses the area between my ear and cheek, making me powerless and faint-hearted.

"Yes." I breathe, and I feel him smile against me.

"Good to know we are thinking about the same things."

He begins to stream short, wet kisses down my chest, and it feels so good that before I can stop myself, I begin to circle my hips against his groin.

It catches him off guard, and he chuckles between his feverish kisses on my skin.

"Who taught you to do that? Was it me? I think I am turning you into a bad girl, Harmony."

It seems to have an effect on him since his arousal grows more, pressing even firmer on the sensitive area between my legs.

He grabs my waists and squeezes me down against him, and an indistinct moan leaves my lips, but he probably didn't hear it because the rain is hitting so loud against the car.

"Your voice is melodic even when you moan," he whispers, and I realize that he did hear me.

I bite my lip so no other sounds can escape, and one of his hands is loitering at the upper part of my leg while the other is pushing my curly hair back from my face.

He brings his lips close to mine again but doesn't kiss me. He just barely grazes his pink flesh onto mine as he speaks.

"Can I touch you?"

I open my eyes to meet his, my chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. "Touch me? Where?"

He smirks. "Where do you think Harmony?"

Realization dawns on me and I flush. No one has ever done that to me before.

He realizes the timid look on my face and his fills with curiosity.

"You don't touch yourself?"

I shake my head to his question then lower my eyes in case he decides to laugh at me. People would think it ridiculous that at the age of eighteen I have never engaged in such acts before.

He doesn't say anything for a while, and I look up to see that his eyes hold a small glint of what looks like admiration. I have never seen him look at anyone that way before.

Anyone but me.

"Well, do you want me to?" He asks.

I nod my head silently. I want to feel what it's like. Just like everyone else. I have spent my whole life wanting to be a perfect kid for my parents. Even if it's just for today, I want to take a risk at something I have never done before.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes...I am."

"Okay." He buries his hand in my hair, tenderly stroking the strands. "I will rub you over your tights, okay? I won't take it off."

I nod my head, feeling slightly bewildered. I am clueless as to how it'd be possible for him to do that with my tights on.

His hand falls between my legs, disappearing under my dress as he continues to trail his other hand through my hair, his eyes locked onto my nervous pair.

And then he uses his forefinger to press against me over my tights and the feeling I immediately get is so overwhelming that I gasp and bury my head into the crook of his neck.

He kisses my shoulder, leaving small bite marks there while his index and middle finger rub me up and down slowly.

The thin fabrics covering my loins dent at each passing of his finger. A blissful, repetitive pathway from top to bottom then bottom to top, and each time he reaches the upper part of my sex, my body quivers uncontrollably from pleasure. As if all my nerve endings are positioned at that very spot.

I am wearing tights and my underwear, but I feel unclothed—the way his fingers are firmly penetrating that susceptible region between my thighs. I feel like his hand is directly on me without the fence of my undergarments.

I moan again, but this time not caring if he hears as he flattens his thumb at the top of my labia—the part that feels the most sensitive—and rotates his finger there in a circular motion. I become breathless instantly, shockwaves soaring through my body as beads of sweat break out on my forehead, saturating his flushed neckline. I have no idea what he is doing but it feels unnaturally good.

"You are so wet, and I am not touching you directly Harmony," he purrs. "Imagine if I was..."

His fingers are now smoothly gliding over the damped surface of my tights, his hand glistening with slippery evidence of my arousal. My mind is in a tangled knot of pleasure and desire and I am rising to a peak that is way past this planet. While his digits are drawing pleasurable patterns on me, he pulls my face back with his other hand to look me in the eyes. I am now shaking from the intense feelings and my chest is contracting and expanding with quick, short breaths.

"Cum for me, Harmony," he utters as his fingers speed up on me.

Perspiration is drenching my skin, my hair sticking to my forehead like glue, and the look of lust is evident in his eyes as he reaches up to kiss me. A relishing sensation is rising from the pit of my stomach, spreading across my pelvis and rising higher and higher. I moan into his mouth.

"Cum for me, babe," He presses the pad of his thumb at the top again sending me straight over the brink. It's like getting caught in an avalanche or falling through the free fall, feeling every fiber and muscle in my body pulling apart. I am panting against him as I come undone and he watches me through the shaking ecstasy with a small smile of satisfaction.

My face is red and wet with sweat as I ride out the waves. And when I come back to reality, I am breathing heavily while my eyes are squinted from the mind-blowing occurrence that just happened.

Blaze has a wide smile on his mouth while he brushes wet hair from my weary eyes.

"Good girl," he says, and I melt further.

I try to get my breathing back to normal, but my chest is still convulsing uncontrollably as I grip his shirt in my trembling palms.

"Did you like it?"

I nod my head, and he titters, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "I can see that; you wet me up."

My eyes fall to the damp spot I left on the front of his shorts and I gasp. "Oh my God, I am so sorry."

He laughs. "No, it's cool, it's sexy."

I get off his groin and settle back in my side of the car, and he reaches for a pack of disinfectant wipes from his dashboard, handing me one while he cleans himself up too.

I didn't know someone is capable of taking me to new dimensions such as that. I have never experienced something that extraordinary in my entire life. The experience was overwhelming, but I suddenly feel very uneasy in the base of my stomach. I am not sure why though.

"Um, are we heading back to school now?"

He looks at me. "Yeah. What? You want another round?"

My face flushes. "No...t-that's not what I meant."

He chuckles handsomely, shifting properly in his seat. "Yeah, we are heading back to school."

"Okay. April may think it's suspicious that we are out here for so long."

He starts up his engine. "So?"

I look over at him. Did he just say so? "So, it'd be bad, wouldn't it be?"

"I don't care much to be honest. April will talk but I don't listen to anyone but myself anyway."

The statement is narcissistic but considering the mind-blowing occurrence a second ago, I try to ignore it. I am not sure what we are or what I am doing. Blaze has never said he liked me before, so I don't know what is going through his mind, but what just happened? I can't say I regret it.

I just hope I don't get myself hurt in the end.

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"And I was never sure whether you were the lighthouse or the storm." —David Jones.

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