Becca's P.O.V

I wake up to the sound of the waves. I turn around and find myself nose to nose with Noah.

I scramble away from him. He groans in his sleep, but he doesn't wake up.

I pull his arm off of me. Before I could get up on my feet, his arms curl around me again and pulls me towards him. I cry out in surprise and whacked him. Noah wakes.

"Sorry, Becca. I thought you were . . ." He yawns, rubbing his eyes.

"That I was?" I asked, exasperated.

"That you were my pillow." He said, blushing.

Suddenly, the thought that he thought I was his pillow was so ridiculous. I started to laugh. He ran his hand through his hair looking embarrassed.

"You are a pillow hugger?" I giggle.

"What the heck are you talking about?" He asks confused.

"People who sleep hugging their pillow or hands near pillows." I replied.

"Maybe, but I know you think it's hot" He jokes, winking.

"Probably." I said, winking. He gasps, mockingly.

He suddenly lifts me up and starts running.

"Oi! What are you doing?!" I scream.

"Getting revenge." He laughs.

"For what?" I questioned, whacking his butt.

"For waking me up." He says whacking my butt.

He dumps me into the water. I pull him under the waves.

We are both dripping wet and laughing.

His hair is dripping wet, his eyes are twinkling with amusement.

He is starting to grow a stubble. I usually think it's weird, but on him it looks...

STOP. Get a grip Becca.

"OW! " I heard.

Noah is hopping around look at his foot.

His foot is bleeding, there is a huge cut on it. It looks pretty fine, but if it got infected...

I look in my bag and find a first aid kit!

"I am okay." He says, as I approach him.

"You probably won't say that when if it gets infected." I retorted.

He sets his foot in my hands.

I rinse carefully. I apply antiseptic cream on it and then paste a band aid on it.

"Seriously, babe. A princess band aid?" he complains.

"Look, my mom thinks I still like princesses, but I don't wanna hurt her feelings. Plus no one is here except me. So deal with it." I scolded.

" Babe, look at this! It's Aurora!" He pleaded.

"Wait, how did you know that it's Aurora? " I teased.

"I have a younger sister." He replies, rolling his eyes.

"Fine" I pull out a sharpie and drew a mustache on Aurora. Sorry, Aurora. "Happy now?" I ask, glaring, daring him to say something.

"That's more like it." He remarked. " Omg,I look fabulous!" He says in a falsetto voice.

"Don't make fun of your sister. It's -" I replied, automatic feminism kicking in.

"No babe, I am making fun of my mom." He interrupted, smirking.

"Whatever, sweetheart." I shot back.

He grins widely. I go back into the water. It's so cool and refreshing. I could stay here for hours.

"BECCA, LOOK BEHIND YOU!" He hollers, looking panicked.

I turn around to see a shark fin heading towards me. In shock, I cannot move. I scream.

Suddenly, I feel strong, muscular and familiar arms pull me ashore.

"What were you thinking?" He yells at me.

"I'm sorry." I lean over and give kiss on his cheek.

I look down, afraid to look up at his expression.

I look up and see his jaw clenched.

He storms back into the tent, angrily.

"Hey, I'm sorry." I say, confused.

Why is so he mad?

"Do you have any idea what could have happened?" He exploded. "You could have-

Unaware of what I was doing, I lean over and kiss him, he is tense with surprise.

I pull away immediately.

I run into the woods.

I kissed Noah Jackson.

These words run through my head a million times.

What have I done?