A/N: Once again, I apologize to my readers for the very short previous chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed the holiday merrymaking!

Plan's POV

"You're kidding, right?" I asked Mean one more time, even though I had seen the serious expression on his face earlier.

He did not reply but continued wading deeper and deeper into the water.

"Stop! Okay, okay," I cried out.

He stopped wading just as I asked and waited patiently, looking up ahead, not looking at me.

I closed my eyes and puckered my lips, waiting for his mouth to descend on them.

"No," he said, "I'm not kissing you. You are kissing me."

Oh shit, I felt like a dummy student who did not listen carefully to a lab professor's instructions.

"Okay, yes, sir," I said.

I noticed the edge of his upper lip lifting a little, like the beginning of a suppressed smile.

I placed my hand on the back of his neck, pulling his face down while I tilted mine upward.

The moment my mouth touched his, with our lips still locked in a kiss, he turned around and slowly, carefully, started wading back to shore.

When we reached the dry sands, he lowered me slowly, and released me but kept our lips together.

I could feel the cold but dry sand on my back but I could feel our kiss getting hotter. He was giving me back kiss for kiss, his kisses being more generous than mine.

When he left my mouth to place his against my neck, a moan escaped my lips.

His tongue was making a path from just below my earlobe down to the crook where my neck and shoulder met.

When I felt him trying to undo the first button of my shirt, I placed my hand on his to restrain him.

"You only asked for a kiss," I said.

He stopped but did not seem to be really listening. He was looking at me with an unfocused expression.

Then he whispered, "Plan, what is this that is happening to us?"

I smiled and replied, "I think we have become full fledged official members of the TRC."

"What is the TRC?" he asked, clearly puzzled.

"It stands for The Rainbow Club," I said.

He burst out laughing, rolling away from me. I started laughing myself and went rolling away in the sand with him.

The problem was we were rolling in the wrong direction. We were rolling out to sea, and before we knew it, a giant wave washed over us, drenching us, soaking us helplessly wet to the bones.

We both stood up, looking at each other. We both looked like drowning rats.

We hugged each other, laughing helplessly out of control.

"I don't carry any extra clothes in the trunk of my car," Mean announced when we both calmed down.

"Then I guess, we either go back to our units in our birthday clothes, and risk getting arrested by the police along the way for indecent exposure, or we go back looking like drowning rats," I said.

We did not want ending up in a police station for indecent exposure, so we opted for shivering in our wet clothes as Mean tried to drive as fast as the speed limit would allow him, back to our unit.

When we stopped by the reception desk to retrieve our key cards, Debbie looked at us wide eyed but to her eternal credit, she did not ask us any questions. She just silently handed us our cards.

"Thank you, Debbie," I said to her. She nodded wordlessly to acknowledge my gratitude.

Along the hallway, we came across Perth and Saint who were on their way out to buy some stuff.

Perth took one look at our drenched clothes and said, "P'Saint and I were planning to try out the swimming pool downstairs later, but we were planning to wear our swimming trunks before jumping in."

I wanted to slap the back of my hand against his smart mouth.