The next day wasn't a very cheerful one. It was Vic's last day and I was sad to see him go because I had only gotten to know to him weeks earlier. But, even though we had only known each other for such a short time, he had become really important to me.

”I guess this is it, then,” Vic said with a smile and then turned to Tony, ”I'll see you, man, in a month.”

We stood in front of the airport with Vic and were trying to say our goodbyes. To me, it was awful because there wasn't a way for me to be sure that I would see him again. If my relationship with Tony didn't work out then that would be the end of us and end of everything we'd ever had and I wouldn't see him or any of his friends again. But Tony would see his buddy anyway in a few weeks so it wasn't really a goodbye.

”Look after her,” Vic pointed at me and I grinned, ”And come back to San Diego as a happy guy, okay?”

”You should go already. We'll be just fine,” Tony said and laughed.

Vic nodded and was about to grab his suitcase when I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug.

”Thank you,” I whispered into his ear, ”Thank you so much for all that you've done for me and Tony. You've been a big help and I wish you all the best. I hope we get to meet again.”

”Take care of him, Abby. You mean so much to him,” Vic whispered to me really quietly before pulling away from me. I nodded and watched as he started walking into the building with his suitcase and guitar case.

Tony grabbed my hand and together we watched as he walked away and honestly, it probably looked like we had just said goodbye to our son who left to college.

As soon as Vic was nowhere to be seen, Tony and I got into his car and he started driving us back to our summerplaces. And while I sat there in the car, staring out of the side window and listening to the radio, I realized that I would get to spend the next three to four weeks with Tony alone. I couldn't help but smile as I thought of all the things we could do without anybody bothering us.

”Why are you smiling like that?” The sound of Tony's voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned to look at him.

”I'm just happy,” I admitted. He smiled and rested his hand on my thigh before squeezing it gently.

”So what are we going to do today?” he asked me after a moment.

”Eh... I don't know,” I shrugged, ”What's there to do in Miami? Even though I've been here every summer, I've never really done anything.”

”I've always been either too drunk or too hungover to do anything,” Tony said and chuckled.

”Well, we could go down to the beach,” I suggested and he nodded.

When we got out of the car, the burning summer breeze hit against my face. The air was so hot that I could barely stand outside, not to talk about the sand under my shoes. As we started walking down the beach, I took my shoes off and regretted it right away. The sand burned my bare skin and I screamed.

”What?” Tony laughed and turned to look at me, ”What's wrong?”

”The sand!” I exclaimed and wrapped my arms around his neck before jumping up against him. He took a hold of me and held me up while I sighed in relief.

”Why did you take off your shoes, you idiot?” Tony laughed into my ear, ”You knew it would be hot, didn't you?”

”Yeah but that was burning!” I mumbled, ”Will you carry me back to the car? Please?”

”Fine, okay,” Tony said and started walking and carrying me to the car. As soon as we were there, he set me down on my feet and sighed.

”My feet hurt,” I whined and began to put my shoes back on.

”What, are we leaving already? We just got here,” Tony said and crossed his arms over his chest.

”Yeah but you can't walk there,” I said and pointed at the beach, ”It'll burn your feet.”

”Why do you have to take your shoes off?”

”Nobody walks on a beach with their shoes on...”

”You're silly,” he said and laughed. He reached closer to my face to pinch my cheek.

”So, what are we going to do since you're too weak to go to the beach?” he asked me then.

”Oh ha ha. You know that stuff burns!”

”Weak.”

”Well let's see how you walk on that sand without your shoes,” I said and cocked an eyebrow at him. He laughed and shook his head.

”I don't need to do that. I'm perfectly fine with my shoes on,” he told me and I rolled my eyes.

”Right.”

”Right. Are you hungry?”

”Well, yeah...”

”Do you want to go grab some lunch? Are you done with the beach already?”

”Hell yeah.”

After being on the beach for only a few minutes, we drove to a local restaurant and ordered some food. And as we sat there, I couldn't help but grin like a child in a candy shop as I looked at Tony and thought to myself that, wow, he was an amazing guy and I would get to have him all to myself for the next weeks.

”Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked with a laugh. He ruffled his hair and gave me a wide smile.

”You're really handsome,” I said suddenly, ”Have I told you that?”

”Loads of times, yeah. But usually you say that when we're in bed and you're drunk,” he murmured quietly and winked at me.

”Well I also think you're handsome when I'm not drunk or sleeping with you,” I told him.

”Thanks, Abby.”

”And I'm really happy I get to spend so much time with you,” I admitted, ”I'm hoping we get to figure things out now that we're alone here.”

”Yeah.”

”And I like this. I like eating with you, I like sleeping with you, I like being with you,” I said.

It was, like, once I started telling him how I felt, there wasn't a way to stop until it was all out. And he didn't seem to have a problem with that. In fact, he told me to tell him more about my feelings. He wanted to know everything.

”I'm not sure if there's more to tell,” I said, ”But this, what we have, has definitely changed this summer. And no matter what happens – good or bad – our relationship won't be the same after this summer.”

We spent the rest of the day talking and just hanging out. We drove around the town and saw places we'd never seen before, even though both of us had spend countless summers in that town. And when the day turned into night, we found our spot on my couch in our living room.

Cuddling with him was the best thing ever. Just the feeling of his body under mine, I thought, was enough to make me a happy girl. And I liked that he liked touching me. And that didn't necessarily even mean anything sexual or romantic. He liked touching me as in he liked being close to me or holding my hand or touching my face.

”Have you ever thought about us?” Tony whispered quietly.

”What?”

”Have you thought of us together? Or separately? Our lives are nothing alike,” he said and as he said it, I stopped to think about it. And he was right. We, nor our lives, were nothing alike. I was a loser of some sort and really didn't do anything with my time while he did everything awesome. He toured around the world and played music to thousands of people.

”Does that matter to you?” I asked him.

”No. I was just thinking about it and, uh, what would happen if we got together,” he said.

I held my breath for a moment and once again wondered why he didn't just ask me to be his girlfriend already.

”I... I would probably move to San Diego to you,” I said quietly, ”I have nothing holding me back in New York.”

”Would you do that for me? For us?”

”I would do anything to make this work,” I admitted and he was silent for a long time.

I thought it was stupid that talking about the future was the only topic that made us both awkward. Neither of us was good at talking about our feelings and it was awful. The only time we ever talked about us was when we were both drunk and unfortunately it wasn't possible for us to be drunk all the time.

”You know what, Abby? You're probably more mature than I am, even though you're so much younger than I am,” he said and chuckled.

”I'm not more mature, I just... I talk about my feelings a bit more than you do.”

”Maybe you're right.”

”It wouldn't hurt to know about your feelings, though...”

”Well what do you want to know?”

”What am I to you now?” I asked and turned my head to my side and looked at him.

It wasn't the first time I was asking him that, and I could only hope that he would answer more wisely this time. Because last time he didn't know what I was to him. Hopefully he now knew.

”You're... You're a girl that I like,” he said quietly and shrugged, ”I don't know.”

”Why are you so shy all of a sudden? Why does talking about your feelings make you
uncomfortable?” I asked quietly.

”Because I never talk about the way I feel,” he said, getting frustrated with my questions, ”I've never before had to be so honest about my feelings to a girl. No girl has ever pushed so hard to get the answers and then you show up and demand to know everything. And that's not a bad thing, not at all. In fact, I think I've always needed somebody like you, that will push me, and here you are now.”

”Really?”

”Yes, really. And, uh... That's why I like you. You're not just there. You need to be noticed, you need to have your answers.”

”Oh...” I didn't know what to say. So I reached closer, placed my hand against his cheek and pulled
him into a quick kiss.

”Thank you,” I whispered, ”For telling me all that.”

As an answer, Tony just smiled and gave me another kiss.

”Is that enough of the deep stuff? Are you ready for some sex, huh? It's been too long since the last time we shared a bed and I'm not even talking about sleeping,” he said and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Boys, boys, boys.

”I'm not really turned on,” I told him. He took it as a challenge and a smirk appeared on his face.

Slowly and carefully he started leaning down towards my face as his hand started making its way downstairs and soon found my thighs and the gap between them.

”I can help you with that,” he whispered, obviously promising me a good time. And knowing him and the way he played this game, good time would be guaranteed.

His lips were all over me while his hand started rubbing me through my jeans. Unfortunately, with my jeans on, it wasn't that amazing and he realized it soon. He groaned and then sighed before pulling his hand away.

”These fucking jeans,” he muttered and tried to unzip the zipper of them.

I laughed, but soon shut my mouth when I realized how turned on I actually started to be. I had to get the jeans off quickly and I had to have him as fast as possible. So I got up from the couch and shoved them down my legs and kicked them off my feet with my underwear.

”Bedroom?” I suggested but judging by the look on his face I decided that there was no time to move into the bedroom. He wanted me, now, just as much as I wanted him. And, yes, we had not had sex in a few nights which was pretty new to both of us, and it had started to show. I was longing for his touch, just like his lips were hungry for me. And there was only one way to satisfy us both.

”Come here,” he breathed and grabbed my waist before pulling me down on to his lap and I soon found myself straddling him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into another hungry kiss just as I felt him grow harder beneath me. My cheeks grew hot with heat as he held my body really tightly against his and the situation got pretty heated.

All of a sudden he shoved his hands into his jeans and groaned.

”What?” I whispered into his mouth and looked down to where his hands were.

”Fuck,” he mumbled, ”This is so fucking embarrassing.”

”What?” I asked and pulled my head back. I had no idea what was happening.

”This won't last too long,” he muttered and started positioning himself between my thighs.

”What? Are you coming already?” I whispered and furrowed my eyebrows.

”I got a little too excited,” he mumbled and sounded extremely frustrated.

And that was the first time ever that had happened to him. I felt like laughing, not because it had happened but because it just proved he was only a human after all. He was so perfect that sometimes it was hard to think of him as a normal guy.

Without another word or a warning of some sort, he thrust himself into me. He groaned and I feared he was done already, but only seconds later started slamming his hips into mine.

”Don't ever remind me of what just happened,” he whispered into my ear and I had to bite my lip as a wave of pleasure shot through my body.

”I won't,” I promised and moaned, ”But you don't have to be so embarrassed. That's normal, isn't it?”

”Let's not even talk about it anymore...”

”Okay,” I nodded and held on to him more tightly as our hips moved in unison. But the way he acted brought a smile to my face and I tried my best to keep a straight face.

”Are you laughing at me?” he asked suddenly and stopped moving.

”What? No, of course not,” I said and shook my head.

”Yes you are!”

”I'm sorry, Tony, I'm sorry,” I said and grabbed his face and held his head between my hands, ”I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh.”

”Whatever. Let's get this over with,” he muttered.