A/N: Starting at this point some chapters will have mild sexual content

With my arms wrapped around his middle we ride through the mountains on his bike. It's chilly and I'm glad I've worn my heavier jacket. He takes me to an area away from everything. I don't think I've seen a person for miles. How is it that he knew exactly what I needed? Far away from everyone and everything. He stops the bike and parks it near a tree that's nearly naked.

I take off the helmet and he helps me off the bike. He hangs up the helmet as I look around. There's a small ledge to my left and I start for it, I can hear his footsteps behind me on the graveled road. I look out at the view of the almost bare trees. He stands next to me and takes my hand in his. He's got on biker gloves, but the tips of his fingers are exposed and when he touches my skin I shiver. I take a deep breath and put my head on his shoulder. I let go of his hand and sit down on the leaf covered dirt, and bring my knees to my chest. He grunts like it hurts and sits down next to me.

"You seem a lot calmer," he notes.

I nod, resting my chin on my knees. I'm not sure what to say, maybe I don't want to say anything. He senses that and sits quietly next to me staring off into the distance. It's a little cold, but bearable.

"Thanks," I whisper.

"Welcome," he says. "So what's New York like?" he asks me.

I look over at him and smile, grateful that he's not asking questions about my tantrum. Hugging my legs tighter I look out into the beautiful mountains, "Definitely not as beautiful as this," I say.

"How so?"

"I'm from Long Island and it's an overcrowded mess. Towns are close together, and houses barely have yards. Out east is nice though lots of wineries and famous people gravitate out there. And no matter where you are on the island you have full access to the beach, and it's no more than forty five minutes away." I tell him.

"Have you been to the city?" he asks.

"I love the city, I actually kind of miss it a little. I miss the access to concert venues and shopping at well-known stores instead of antique shops," I laugh. "It's much different than here," I add.

"What about you what's it like in your town? This is the only place I've ever been in Georgia," I tell him.

"It's quiet like this," he says. "Atlanta though it's kind of like you described the city."

"I'd like to go one day, to Atlanta, do they have real stores there? Not like Walmart," I say.

Daryl laughs and shakes his head. "Yes they have real stores," he says.

"I love it here don't get me wrong it's gorgeous, but I miss shopping at the mall," I admit.

It's quiet for a few minutes, as we both stare out into the mountains.

"I'm sorry I yelled at ya the other night," he says.

"S'okay." I look up at him with a small smile, and bite my lip.

He reaches his hand out and touches my cheek with his hand, and immediately I'm warm from head to toe. I'm already close, but I scoot a little closer.

"Is it okay if I kiss you again?" he asks.

I nod, because although he was an asshole the other night, I've secretly been craving his touch. He's the first to lean in and I follow his lead as our lips touch. At first we don't move, we stay like that our lips locked on one another. I'm feeling a bit antsy to feel his tongue again so I part his lips with mine. He moans as his mouth opens allowing me in. I shift positions and straddle myself over his legs, I can feel him beneath me. His fingertips tickle my sides and I shiver, as I tug on his hair and he moans again. I love the sound he makes especially when I hear my name leave his lips, "Chloe," he breathes.

"Mmm," I answer.

I'm feeling daring so I thrust my hips into him and he throws his head back. We stop kissing for a second, and his lips touch my neck. I can feel the fire between my legs and I'm not sure where this is going to lead, but I think I want to go further than we did the other night. I don't know if it's my way of getting all of my anger out, or because with Daryl this actually feels good.

He pulls away just a little to look at me while his hands glide up my shirt under my jacket. His eyes ask for permission, and I nod as he reaches the bottom of my bra. He kisses my neck while unsnapping the back letting my bra hang lose. His rough hands massage me as I moan. Damn those hands have experience.

"You okay?" he whispers taking my ear lobe between his teeth. "I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with," he tells me.

I nod as my body tenses and I feel a bit damp in my underwear. My cheeks flush with embarrassment and I honestly hope it didn't leak through. I squirm a bit and he pulls away staring at me.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"I just," I adjust again and he looks down. "This is a little embarrassing..."

"Oh," he says. "Isn't that usually a man's issue?" he questions with a smirk.

I smack him lightly on the shoulder and laugh.

"Do you need some help?" he asks.

I swallow hard. I'm not sure if I'm ready to go that far, after the way Ethan came at me a few weeks ago I've been a little turned off with doing things. I haven't gone all the way before, but I don't mind a little foreplay. I hesitate because I barely know him and we are out in the open, but that kind of makes it hotter. I don't know if I'm doing this to relieve the anger I'm feeling, or if I'm doing it because I actually like Daryl. I want to say yes though because if I don't I might explode, and I'm not sure if I can wait until I get home.

"I just figured..." he starts.

"I want to." I cut him off and start to unbutton the top of my black dickies I had on for work.

He looks back towards his bike and stands, then holds his hand out for me. I hold my pants till we get to the tree near the bike. He tells me to sit down and lean against the tree. I sit and shimmy my pants a bit so that they are loser for him to explore. He takes off the biker gloves and puts them next to him, and then reaches over for me.

"You sure you're okay with this? I know you had some issues with Ethan... I ..."

"It's okay," I whisper.

He continues to run his fingers over my skin and I shiver at his touch. His hand stops just at my waist and for a moment he looks at me. I almost think he's going to back down, but he doesn't. I kind of like how he's asking permission, not trying anything to fast without making sure I'm okay with it.

"Kiss me!" I demand as he his fingers get closer.

He gently presses his lips to mine, while my body twitches from his touch as he reaches my panty line. I should have shaved or something, I laugh out loud.

"What?" he asks his voice deep.

"Nothing, I just was thinking that I didn't shave," I laugh.

He lets out a deep chuckle, and then continues to move his hand down more. His hand skims the top of me slowly and carefully like he's afraid I'm going to break. I really can't believe I'm about to do this with him.

"Holy shit," he hisses.

"What?"

"You're so..." he starts to say, and I immediately know what he's referring to. My cheeks flush in embarrassment as I moan lightly from his touch.

"Hey," he whispers.

"Mmm?"

"You're blushing," he comments.

"Am I? Oh my god I'm so embarrassed that never..."

"It's okay," he chuckles. "I'm not used to seeing you so nervous," he tells me in a rough voice.

He continues to help me out, and it doesn't take very long as I feel myself let go. Shit. He kisses my neck as I finish and then my lips.

"You hungry?" he asks.

I can't help but crack up as he pulls his hands free. He looks at me, "What?" he asks smiling.

"Nothing," I smile.

"Oh, did it uh ... feel good?" he asks.

"Mmm yeah," I say and he laughs.

"I have a rag," he says pulling one out of his back pocket. "To uh... clean yourself off a bit," he says.

"Right," I say awkwardly.

He stands up and hands me the towel, then goes by the bike while I clean off a bit. I walk over to him with towel. "Umm... I'll wash this for you," I stutter.

He laughs. "I make you nervous don't I?" he teases.

I push at his shoulder and he laughs again. He puts an arm around me and expectantly kisses the top of my head. I pull away to look up at him, and for the first time since I met him he's looking at me like I actually mean something to him. I know I'm just over thinking because we decided this was only going to be casual, but I can't help but feel like maybe it's more.

"Do you need me to..." I look down at him. I feel bad I wasn't expecting our make out session to turn into that. I'm in shock that it went that far, but allowing him to explore my body just felt right to me.

"I'll be okay for now," he tells me.

"Okay," I whisper.

"Hey," he says lifting my chin.

"I really got you all worked up didn't I?" he asks.

I shake my head and laugh, then look down at the ground. He lifts my chin again and smiles, then tucks some of my hair behind my ear.

"I haven't had anyone do that to me in a long time," I admit.

In the beginning of our relationship I let Ethan explore me just as Daryl had, but then he became aggressive and wanted more from me. I wasn't ready to go to the next level and that's when our relationship became a bit rocky. Ethan never looked at me the way Daryl does, asking for permission, he just took what he wanted. I like that even though we are doing this without strings, it's nice to know that he actually cares about how I feel.