RECAP:

As I released him from my arms, he pulled me closer for a moment and brought his lips to my ear again.

"Give me one reason." He breathed out.

I lifted my head slightly so that I met his eyes. My brows furrowed in confusion at his strange comment.

"Give me one good reason why we wouldn't work."

"Well, for one your my brother's best friend." She backed further away, trying to distance herself from me .

"He doesn't have to know." I replied and caught her waist so that she couldn't go any further

"What about Josie?"She asked and her tired eyes met mine again.

"She wouldn't tell anyone. Plus, you know she wanted us to go out with each other for years."

"Woah. I never said anything about dating you." She said with disgust laced in her voice...Ouch

"Fine with me." I clenched my jaw and leaned against the kitchen counter.

"I leave in less than a month." She stated and turned to the door before inserting the key.

"And?" I asked. "Rebecca fucking Brooke. I just want to get to know you.-" I began to walk over to her but she quickly cut me off.

"No you don't. Ashton, I'm not going to be your fuck buddy ok?" She paused to rub her head. "This is all just making me realise how much of a mistake last night was. Look, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea-"

"You don't mean that." I spat, denying what she had just said.

"I think that I know exactly what I mean." Her words were cold and lacked any emotion.

"So last night meant nothing to you?" I raised my voice as she finally opened the bifold doors.

"Look at me Rebecca." Using her full name again caught her off guard and she froze after stepping outside.

Her eyes remained glued to the stone floor.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU." I yelled after letting anger take over me.

Anger: An common emotion that I experience when I have no other way of expressing my emotions.

...Current emotions: To many to fucking count.

Although she didn't lift her head once, I could see her tensed body as she took her lip between her teeth.

The action alone was effortlessly sexy but I knew that right now wasn't the time.

"Becca I'm sorry I shouldn't-"

The door slamming in my face prevented my apology. She twisted the key from the outside of the door to stop me from following her and didn't glance at me once as she did so.

What have I done?

I watched as Becca's exposed body descended down the stone stairs and she soon made her way upto the empty tide.

Her headphones blew slightly with the moderate breeze as she strolled further across the sand so that I could no longer see her.

In my hot-headed mindset, I swept my arm across a counter and watched the large mass of paperwork fly up into the air. It only caused a momentary relief, so I hurriedly searched one of the drawers for my set of keys.

Before I even processed the idea, I was running up the stairs and making my way to the front door.

"Ah Fuck." I hissed as my shoulder had barged into a hard body.

The hallway light flicked on to reveal Ethan beside me.

"Woah Ashton what are you doing up?" He asked but he quickly became concerned at my nonexistent answer.

"You good bro?" He asked and placed a hand onto my shoulder.

"Uh yea-yeah. I just need some fresh air." I lied, but the thought of Becca wandering alone on the beach was making me anxious.

"Oh. Ok, sorry about walking into you." He rubbed his neck and patted me on the back before making his way to his room.

"Yeah me too bro." I replied and waited for him to close his door before I shoved open the large door and ran down the driveway.

I turned past some trees and descended into the empty-looking sand.

My eyes frantically searched for her body but were hopeless at revealing where she was.

...Merde. (Fuck)

Not allowing myself to turn back, I followed the tide and walked into the darkness of the night.

But, after walking for over 10 minutes, there was no sign of Becca anywhere.

"Becca!" I shouted through my cupped hands and allowed my voice to echo into the surroundings.

"Bec-" I began to yell again but stopped at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Ashton. I just got a call from my dad." Becca spoke from behind me.

I turned around to meet her but her attention was redirected to her phone.

"Apparently he can hear you all the way back in London." She remarked and my face softened.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice.I just don't want you getting lost."

She scoffed afterwards and walked straight past me. Lifting a headphone to her ear, she began to stroll back towards the house.

My steps quickly caught up with her and I unhooked the wire from her ear. She shot me a look, which I chose to ignore, and I stopped in my tracks.

"I followed you down here because we need to talk, Becca. You know we do" I stated and analysed her features for a reaction, but I got no-where.

"About?" She replied, sounding painfully distant.

This time, I knew that words couldn't explain my feelings for Becca. One hand reached for the front of her neck as I looked my head above hers.

I watched as her eyes traveled up to meet my own and her head tilted back.

"About the way you make me feel and how it's scaring me shitless." I spoke and my other hand pressed against her lower back.

"And how I can't get you out of my fucking head." I finished but the frustration was clear in my voice.

Her head raised again as she stood on her tiptoes and brought our lips so that they were practically touching.

A smile tugged at her lips as I watched her, infatuated by her presence. She glanced between my lips and eyes and pulled me into a kiss.

Unlike how we have kissed before, our lips began by moving slowly and softly. I allowed her to take control, but ended up closing the gap between us and kissing her harder.

I felt her weight shift into my hold, so I moved a hand to her hip for support.

As she pulled away from me, she made sure to bite my bottom lip slightly. I could feel my boxers tighten in response to her action as she caught her breath.

"Ditto." She whispered and my stomach erupted with a feeling that only Rebecca Brooke could give me.