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that’s kind of gross.”
    “Tell me about it,” he sighs.
    “What about you?” I ask quietly, unable to look up at him.
    “What about me what?” he asks.
    “Well… you know… the drugs and that. Do you do any? Do you sleep around?” I carefully look up at his face, and instantly regret asking him. He looks at me in pure horror.
    “I’m not sure what you think of me,” he grunts lightly, “but I’m nothing like my mother.”
    “So… no drugs?”
    He shakes his head. “When I was younger, I tried it. I found some of my mom’s weed and smoked it. But I didn’t particularly like it. And I’ve never tried any of the harder stuff that’ she’s using, I’ve seen what it does to her and I’m not willing to go down that route.”
    “Good,” I smile at him. “What was the weed like though? Why did you try it?”
    He shrugs, “everyone down our road uses it, and I mean everyone. I wanted to try it, I probably wanted to try and fit in, but it isn’t me and it made me feel a bit weird.”

Chapter 6
     
     
    Suddenly he gets up, takes my hand in his and I let out a squeal as pulls me up unexpectedly.
    “Where are we going?” I ask in shock.
    “I thought we could go for a little walk along the water,” he smiles.
    “But what about Anna?” I ask hesitantly, not wanting to leave her on her own.
    “It’s fine,” he smiles, “we won’t go far, and if we leave the door open we can keep an eye on her.”
    I grind my teeth for a moment. I don’t want to leave Anna on her own. What if she wakes up and goes out looking for us, or worse, what if the homeless man comes back and finds Anna inside, but I don’t want to pass this up. I take one quick glance inside cabin then look up at Rick and let him lead me to the sea. On the shoreline we both take our shoes off and pick them up to carry. We walk hand in hand through the wet sand and let the waves roll over our feet, taking turns to look back at the beach hut to make sure Anna is still inside.
    “This is nice,” Rick says with a sigh. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a peaceful evening.”
    “You mean ‘cause people always shout where you live?”
    He chuckles in reply, “yeah, there is that, but it isn’t just at home. People shout at the market all day long, then the bar is always loud and busy and when I come home the surroundings aren’t much better. I’d almost forgotten what it’s like to hear nothing but silence.”
    I listen to the loud crashing of the waves and wonder if he really considers this to be silence. “Mhm,” I nod, decided to agree with him. “It is peaceful.”
    Suddenly he stops walking and turns to face me. “Thank you for everything Summer,” he whispers before his head slowly bends down towards mine and I close my eyes as his lips gently brush against my forehead.
    “You’re welcome,” I whisper back and look up at him.
    His face doesn’t move away from mine, instead he bends further down and presses his soft lips against mine. I moan softly in reply, feeling all the tension I have felt every time I’ve been around him build up and pouring out. I reach one of my hands up to the back of his neck, and tangle my fingers into his hair on the back of his skull, pulling him closer, wanting more of him. He mirrors my need and wraps an arm tightly around the small of my back, pulling me in, crashing his hips against my lower belly and kisses me with more urgency. As his hand finds the edge of my top, I feel his fingertips gently stroking my skin when he glides his hand underneath my shirt. With the palm of his hand he presses against my back and pushes me closely against him again, and this time I feel the bulge in his jeans that’s forming against my belly. A wave of excitement rushes through me and I can’t help myself, I unclasp my lips from his to quickly look down. When I look back up at him I see him blushing. “Too much?” he asks.
    “Nu-huh,” I shake my head and grab the back of his head