When we got back to the dorms, I decided to take a walk over to the rink. Iceland was practicing today before their game tonight with Russia. I wanted to tell Olaf and Gunnar that I wanted to go out on a date with them. Since I knew where their locker room was, I hid in a shady corner, waiting for Gunnar and the team to pass by, since I didn't want to be caught with him.

When the team all walked by me, I was looking for Gunnar, he was the last person to pass by, so I grabbed his arm and dragged him into the shady corner, "Vicki! What are ya doing here?!" He whispered, embracing new in a tight hug, which I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach him and wrap my arms around his neck.

"I wanted to come and see ya." I chuckled quietly.

"I'm sure you just didn't want to come and see me just because."

"Well your partly right," I chuckled, we broke away. "See I wanted to come and tell ya that I'm free tonight and maybe you could take me on a "proper" date." I stood back on my tiptoes and fixed loose sweaty strands of his brunett hair off to the sides of his face.

Gunnar smiled down at me, "Ok, where should we go?"

"I think we should play all that by ear for right now, but meet me at the ice cream shop and take a bus there so no one is tailing you."

"Skeptical much?" He raised his brow, playfully, and bought me close by wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Why, is it obvious?" I raised a brow, looking up at him.

"Ja, just a little bit."

"Ok, meet me at the ice cream shop at 6." I stood up on my tiptoes one more time to plant a kiss on his cheek, more towards his nose.

"Alright, ice cream shop at 6." He then picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles before returning the gesture of kissing my cheek, then walking away to the locker room.

Coming out of the dark corner, I went to go find Olaf, but I remembered that he didn't pass by me while I was looking for Gunnar. I waited until I knew all the Iceland players and Coach Stansson left with Marria before going back to the ice. There he was.

Olaf was in his hockey gear still, skating around the ice with his hockey stick in his hand. He went back towards the middle of the ice and skated around a puck that was in the center before pushing it forward with his skate before taking off with it. He skated towards the net but made other moves on the way. Cutting the edges of the ice, turning around, skating backward while moving his stick back and forth before he rounded the net and slapping it the net.

I decided to make myself known by walking into the rink and opening the gate. Olaf turned his head and immediately started skating over to me, abruptly stopping in front of me, grinning through his helmet, "It's about time you came to visit me."

"Ya well damn you for leaving me like that on the side of the building and looking at me at the beach." I punched his chest, he didn't feel anything because he had his pads on.

"Oh, so you did enjoy that. Wish I could have stayed to see your pretty little face heat up." He lifted my chin up so I was looking at him directly.

"Well anyway, I wanted to tell you I'm free tomorrow night so meet me at the coliseum entrance at 6," I then snaked my arms up his chest, to his neck, and wrapped my arms around him. "And don't be late!" I scolded, playfully hitting the side of his helmet and stabbing a finger at him.

"If I get to go on a date with your sexy ass, you know I won't be late!" Olaf chuckled before looking down at my butt which made me slap him again. "What?! It's true!"

"Ok, well, don't be late, Olaf!"

"Oh, so, you finally warmed up to me that your calling me Olaf, huh?" He then took his helmet off and tossed it on the ground, running his fingers through his sweaty bright blonde hair.

"Shut up." I clenched my jaw and started walking away.

Before I walked away, he caught my arm and spun me around, bringing me close, "Woah, Woah, Woah, where are you going so fast?"

"Back to the dorms?" I raised my brow in a confused manner before Olaf picked me up and put my feet on his skates.

"Well, aren't you going to stay awhile?" He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pushing my back end towards him.

Chuckling slightly, I rolled my eyes, "I have to go do things tonight, Sanderson."

"Just stay," He then nuzzled his face against my neck. I could hear his faint breaths in my ear. "For a little while." He whispered into my ear which made me chuckle and roll my eyes again.

"Alright," I whispered, surrendering. "5 minutes tops." I glanced at Olaf who picked up his head from the side of mine.

Olaf chuckled, making his chest vibrate through the bulky hockey pads. It was one of those seductive laughs that made my knees weak. Olaf then started slowly skating with me on top of his feet. From behind he then took my hands in his gloves, skating around on the ice.

"I'm surprised your not scared of falling."

"Who would be?" I glanced back at the tall blond.

"All the women I've skated with are always scared of falling. They cling to me for dear life."

"Well, Icelandic women might be different from me because I'm an American and I was surrounded by ice my whole life-" I raised my brow while still looking forward.

"Then why hasn't anyone seen you skate?" He brought his lips to my ear and made a chill run down my spine.

I then dropped my head, looking down at my feet on top of Olaf's skates, "Because I don't skate. It's just a painful reminder."

"A reminder of what?" He whispered once again.

"Something you won't understand, Sanderson." I then turned my head to meet his gaze.

His eyes were a mix of green and chocolate brown, a striking combination that sent goosebumps to my skin. His face dripped with sweat while his blond messy hair acted like a mop to his sweat.

"Ja?"

"Ja," I smirked, replying back in an Icelandic accent before stepping off his feet. "I have to go."

"Ja," He then cleared his throat. "Ja, right. I'll see you tomorrow." His thick accent popped.

"Ja, I'll see you tomorrow," I then started slowly walking back towards the gate, shoving my hands in my pockets. "Sanderson." I threw him one of my winks, with a smirk playing on my lips. Turning around, I grinned like an idiot because I knew I got him back.

Before I left the rink, I heard loud sounds of skates cutting the edges of the ice and flinging ice shavings, making me picture what Olaf was doing. In my mind, he was doing victory laps or sprints to get his excitement out.

I went back to the dorms to go get changed and I skipped dinner too, which made Jules and Connie come up to the dorm looking for me with a rolled-up magazine in Connie's hand, "Vicki! Your on a magazine!" Connie smiled, unrolling the magazine and holding it up to show me.

"Your face is on billboards, newspapers, and other magazines too!" Jules smiled, snatching the magazine from Connie's hands before flipping the pages.

"But that's not even the best part." Connie's voice dropped from sarcasm as she rolled her eyes, skimming the pages briefly as Jules flipped through them.

"Look." Jules held open the magazine to show my interview next to Gunnar and Olaf's interview, which made my eyes go wide and snatch the magazine, reading it aloud.

"Iceland's Top Two Players are how given the nickname of Gunnar "The Pistol" Stahl and Olaf "The Destroyer" Sanderson," My eyebrows furrowed at their cheesy nicknames. Olaf's was a good one but Gunnar's was absolutely terrible, I could probably do better than what they came up with. "Gunnar Stahl, Team Iceland's newest hotshot player is very mysterious in his interview.

Interviewer: How do you like it so far in the United States?

Gunnar: It's very beautiful and lively. Not a beautiful as Iceland, but very different lifestyles.

Interviewer: What has been the highlight of your trip so far?

Gunnar: The people I've met are amazing.

Interviewer: Could you elaborate?

Gunnar: Well, when I say people, I mean girls. The girls here are really friendly and outgoing, especially this one I met in particular.

Interviewer: Where did you meet this "special girl" at?

Gunnar: The first party I went to, it was for all the competitors, I met her there. She was absolutely stunning. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I had to ask her to dance with me

Interviewer: What was her name?

Gunnar: Even if I did know her name, I wouldn't say, just for her sake.

My voice dropped at his interview, making me slowly tilt my head up to look at Jules and Connie who had their arms crossed over their chests.

"Vicki. Vicki, what's wrong?" Jules looked at the mixed emotion portrayed on my face.

"It's him isn't it?" Connie bit the inside of her cheek. "Gunnar Stahl is talking about you in that interview. That's why you were flustered when I found ya at the party," She nodded her head, slightly in disappointment. "He asked you out. Didn't he?"

I looked between the two and gave Jules the magazine before going to sit on my bed. "I knew it," Connie but her lip before coming to sit next to me. "Look, I'm not mad at ya. I don't have anything against ya going out with him and trying to have fun," She stumbled with her words. "It's just I don't like him-"

"He's an Iceland player." Jules finished off for Connie.

Connie briefly turned to Jules who had the magazine in her hand before looking at me again, "Exactly my point."

"Con, I don't think that's what's wrong with Vicki," Jules said in a questioning voice before coming over to me and Connie on my bed.

"Adam kissed me," I mumbled.

"What?!" The two said in unison, Donnie shooting us from the bed as I started at the wall.

"He kissed me and I like him and so does Gunnar. He kissed my cheek too and I like him. Olaf keeps teas-" I was cut off by Connie placing her hands on her hips.

"Olaf, as in Olaf Sanderson?"

"The guy who smashed Banks's wrist?!" Jules threw her hands up in the air.

I looked at the two of them, nodding my head, "Ya, he keeps teasing me. He's just too hot not to stare at his muscles." I went back to staring at the wall.

"Did he ask ya out too?" Jules sat down next to me.

"Yeah."

"Please! I pray! Not both the same night!" Connie rubbed her temples in frustration.

"No, I meet with Gunnar tonight. At 6 after their game with Russia."

Jules furrowed her brows in confusion, "But Adam didn't ask you out?" I shook my head before looking at her. "I swear I'm gonna murder him." She scowled.

Connie got up and started for the door when I stopped her, "Please!" I started, making her pause in the doorway. "Please don't tell the others about my dates and Adam kissing me. Char and Fulton will go sicko on all three of them.

Connie then walked away without saying anything, making Jules sigh, "Well, I'll stay and help ya get ready." She nodded before hopping off the bed with a smile on her face and a spring in her legs.

"Thanks, Jules." I frowned and stood up, going to rummage to find a dress.

Jules also did the same, except she tried to find cute outfits for me to wear, "I'm assuming you found out who bought ya that necklace."

A small smile appeared on my face as a flashback of the kiss between Adam and I played back in my head, "Yeah," Nodding my head, I let a chuckle escape my lips. "Yeah, I did."

Jules then pulled out a short cream floral dress with long-sleeved and a sweetheart neckline, "How about this one?" She smiled and held up the dress.

"Don't you think its a bit too much?"

"No! No! Not at all!" She stood up and laid the dress neatly on my bed. "If anything, Gunnar will be smiling at you like a maniac the whole night."

Nodding my head, I took the dress form my bed and went into the bathroom to change, put on some light makeup, and spritz some perfume.

When I came back out of the bathroom, Julie had picked out some tan ankle sandals for me to wear and was gathering up my things, putting them in my Coach purse with the apples on it.

My sandals were over by the foot of my bed and my purse was laying on my bed. Jules had grabbed my sunglasses and gave them to me, while I was walking over to slip my sandals on.

Jules looked me up and down in awe, "You look so amazing, Vic." She then patted my shoulder.

"Thanks, Jules." We then came close for an embrace before I took my purse and walked out of the dorms to meet Gunnar at the ice cream shop.

I was walking to the bus stop with my sunglasses on and my purse crossed over my body when the bus pulled up. The ride was only a few minutes to get to the next stop closest to the shop.

Walking down the sidewalk with people passing me, I saw Gunnar leaning against a fence near the shop wearing a navy dress shirt with the two buttons on top unbuttoned and black jeans with his Converse. He was looking at his watch and looking back and forth down the sidewalk when he spotted me. A wide smile painted his face as wide met in the middle.

"Wow," He examined me in my dress, awestruck once again. "You're just as gorgeous as the night we met."

Looking down at my feet, taking my sunglasses off, a crimson color kissed my cheeks from his complements, "Thanks," I stumbled with my words before looking at him. "You don't look too bad yourself."

He smiled before rubbing the back of his neck, "Thanks, I didn't want to overdress."

I scoffed, flicking my head back, "I'm the one who overdressed."

Gunnar rolled his eyes playfully, before wrapping his arm around my waist, "You are not overdressed at all, your gorgeous Vicki." The two of us then decided to walk down the sidewalk together, his arm still around my waist.

Gunnar asked me what barbecue was because he saw people walking around with it and wanted to try some. I thought he was crazy since he had never had barbecue before. Dean and Fulton told me about a really delicious barbecue place they went to, so I figured we would try it tonight for dinner. We walked all the way to Venice Beach where the barbecue place was across the street. It was nice and open with a little log cabin-like shack to order our food at.

There was quite a lot of people here for a weekday night, "So do you like meat? Like cow, pig, that stuff?" I looked up at his tall figure as Gunnar looked in the distance at the menu.

"Ja, I mainly grew up with fish and seafood, but I like meat." He nodded before looking at me.

"So get the pulled pork burger and some fries."

"Ok, but what are you gonna have?"

"Mac and Cheese with fries. Fulton told me the Mac was really creamy." I nodded before adjusting the strap of my purse on my body.

When the two of us got to the window, Gunnar let me order first. I got the Mac and cheese with fries and ice tea while Gunnar got the pulled pork sandwich with barbecue sauce, fries, and a Coke. He insisted he'd paid for the food, again, which made me smile at his kindness.

While the two of us waited for our order, we decided to find a spot to sit in their fenced-in garden area behind the shack. I picked a spot on top of this little hill where you had to walk by this giant Japanese koi fish pond to get to this small old pavilion area, covered in vines and trees with a matching table and chairs that were under a small chandler.

Gunnar was amazed by the giant koi in the pond when we sat down in our chairs across from each other, "Hey, what type of fish are those? They look like goldfish." He smiled.

His remark made me laugh playfully, "Those are koi fish, they can get really big I've heard."

"I didn't think a small little goldfish could get that big." He joked which made me bust out laughing.

His head perked up when we heard our order number, so he got up to go get it. I took my purse from off my body and put it around the back of my chair. Gunnar came back to the table with two plastic bags in his one hand and in the other was a tray with our drinks on it. He opened the takeout boxes and looked at the food before distributing them.

He gave me a rectangle wrapped in tinfoil, "Looks like we also got cornbread."

"Cornbread?" He raised a brow before picking up his wrapped cornbread.

"Yeah, it's really good. Not what ya think it is." I smiled before opening my Mac and cheese and fries container, dumping the Mac and cheese on my fries.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled as he opened his pulled pork box.

"Mac and fries, it's really good, especially when you put ketchup on it." I took the ketchup container that came with my fries and drizzled the red condiment on my Mac and fries.

"So how do I do this?" Gunnar held his burger in his two hands with the sauce dripping out the sides and end.

"Just dig in! I'm telling ya, you'll love it!" I smiled and watched the long brunett take a mouthful of his burger, scrunching and raising his eyebrows in enjoyment.

He finished chewing before he spoke again, "Your right," He started, nodding his head. "This is really good."

A small smile slowly formed on my face, "See." I then picked up a fork and started digging into my Mac and fries.

The whole time, Gunnar was moaning while chewing out of enjoyment from his pulled pork. He was about halfway through his burger before I said something, "Thank you, again, for paying. I'll pay yo-" He stopped me mid-sentence, holding a hand over his mouth.

"Nei, nei, nei need to pay me back."

"Are ya sure? I don't wanna be selfish." I shrugged my shoulders before taking a sip of my tea.

"Your not being selfish, Vicki. If I didn't want you to pay, I would have told you." He said before taking away his hand and taking another bite.

We had a quiet meal because we were too busy eating and enjoying our food. Gunnar was especially enjoying his pulled pork because he already finished it, finished his fries, and started licking some of my plain ones.

"Do you want to try some, picker?" I held up another fork I got from inside the plastic bag with my eyebrows raised.

"Ja, I guess." He chuckled before reaching out to take the fork but I shook my finger.

"No, no, no, lemme do it cause I know your gonna make a mess." Stabbing some Mac and fries on to my fork with a bit of drizzled ketchup on the top, reaching my arm over. His teeth dragged across the fork, taking the Mac and fries off the fork before chewing.

"This is actually pretty good." He chuckled before stealing another bite from my box.

"Told ya." I rolled my eyes and went back to eating my Mac and fries with Gunnar who moved the box to the middle of the table.

When we finished, we disposed of our trash and walked on the bridge over the koi pond with our fingers interlaced and our drinks in our hands as we walked down the sidewalk.

The sun was just starting to set when we left the barbecue place. The two of us were pointing at sights and interesting things, commenting about food people had in their hands, and laughing.

"Ok, so, back at the barbecue place you said you mainly grew up with fish and seafood-" He must have known where I was going with what I was saying because he immediately cut me off.

"Ja were I grew up in Iceland, my town is mainly in fishing."

"Ah, I see and where is that. I only know of Reykjavik."

Gunnar smiled, "Nei, it's Reykjavik (Rey-K-ya-viC)." He pronounced in his Icelandic accent, sounding out all the syllables.

"Reykjavik?" I said slowly.

"Ja," He smiled. "I live in Akureyri. Which is at the end of this giant fjord called Eyjafjörður that goes out into the ocean."

"Akureyri (Aah-K-ooh-ree-ree) and Eyjafjörður (Eyyy-ya-feee-your-durr)." I pronounced slowly, again, staring at the ground.

"Ja." He nodded.

"It sounds beautiful." I looked up at his tall figure to find him smiling down at me.

"Ja, it truly is," He started, then the two of us paused on the sidewalk. Gunnar brought me over to a concrete wall to sit on so other people could pass by us. Our knees touched as we sat on the wall facing each other. "See if Iceland was your palm," He gently picked up my hand and flipped it over to my palm, I spread out my fingers slightly. "Your two fingers, here, would be the mountains surrounding Akureyri," He gently ran his two fingers over my middle and ring finger, I sent shivers up my spine how gently his touch was. "This would be the tip of the fjord and there is a small island in the middle," His index finger touched the tip of my middle finger lightly. "The fjord runs all the way down just like this valley in your fingers," He slowly dragged his fingers down my middle finger, stopping at the end. "Akureyri would be right here in this little corner where the fjord stops and branches off into other rivers, flowing through the mountains." His fingers then dragged themselves down my palm slowly before we made eye contact again.

"Wow," I whispered just loud enough for the two of us to hear.

My heart started beating out of my chest like crazy. Gunnar was just so charming, and nice, and easy to talk to. He's so hot too. His long hair. His eyes. His gentle touch that sent shivers down my spine, it was all so surreal.

"Ja, wow is the right words you'd use." He whispered back.

I bit my lower lip, staring at the long brunett Iceland boy before I heard a familiar song come on, making my head perk up. We were sitting on a wall at the entrance of a park where there was a giant screen playing Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom. Willy was just starting to sing her song, in the Club Obi-Wan in her red sparkly dress, "I love Indiana Jones." I smiled at the screen and seeing other couples on blankets and families with little kids.

"You like Indiana Jones too?" Gunnar smiled widely in excitement.

"Ya, Indiana Jones movies are like the best action-adventure movies! I love watching them!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes playfully.

"Here. Come on," Gunnar hopped off the wall, holding out his hands for me to take. "Let's go." He smiled, making me take his hand, hopping off the wall.

We interlaced our fingers again, walking into the park where. I was singing along in Chinese with Willy, which made Gunnar chuckle with a wide smile on his face.

We sat in the very back on the grass together. Gunnar laid back first and I went in between his legs so my head was on his chest.

While the opening credits scene rolled, I was still singing in Chinese with Willy. Gunnar and I were quietly reciting verses from the movie. "Lao!" I chuckled quietly, mocking Willy as Indiana was holding a pointy knife with two sharp edges at Willy's side, poking holes in her dress.

"Keep the girl! I find another!" Gunnar replied quietly in his Chinese accent mocking the guy on screen.

The two of us were trying us hard not to bust out laughing in the park while reciting the lines of dialogue in the movie.

"My papa, when I was younger, got me a bullwhip and gave me his hat that looked like Indiana Jones's hat. He would always tell me that I was probably the best person to crack that whip and do a Harrison Ford smile." Gunnar snaked his arms around my lower stomach, hugging me.

"Besides from ya cracking the whip and using your Harrison Ford smile to seduce girls, ya said earlier that Akureyri was into fishing, was it all like that?" I whispered, slightly turning my head to look up at him.

"Nei, lots of people did eat seafood but we aren't all fishing," He explained. "My family name is for fishing. Son of a well know fisher."

"Ah, that makes much more sense, but when did all the hockey come into the mix?" I turned back towards the screen and watched Indiana and Willy jump out of the window and go through canopies, crash landing into a yellow car with Shortie, who was Data from The Goonies.

"Well, when the fjord froze in the winters just hard enough for you to skate on it and not fall through, Papa taught me how to skate and every winter I went back out and started skating more. Then I saw hockey on the television and decided to practice with makeshift objects I had laying around that I could get my hands on." He chuckled, the two of us watched Shortie drive the car, Indiana telling Willy to give him his gun but instead, she burnt her fingers, making her do hot potato with the gun and break a nail, causing her to throw it out the window.

"Where's my gun?!" Indiana looked at Willy who was blowing on her burnt fingers.

"I BURNT MY FINGERS AND I CRACKED A NAIL!" Willy scowled at Indiana while they were still continuing to get shot at.

"Eventually, my parents had gotten enough money to buy me a stick and some pucks for my birthday. Hockey was the only thing I did in my free time. I then decided to do pick up games and I joined leagues," Gunnar then chuckled, resting his head on my shoulder, lightly pressing it against my cheek. "I remember when I was playing at a pick-up game and I noticed two people were watching me, I thought they were scouts-"

"Stansson and Marria." I interrupted.

"Ja, Coach Wolf "The Dentist" Stansson came up to me after the game, he wanted me to play on his team for Iceland in the Junior Goodwill Games, I couldn't turn him down because I'd seen him on TV so many times with Team Iceland at these games."

"And that's how you ended up here," I mumbled, shifting my eyes to the side.

"Ja, that's basically how everything fell into place."

"And Olaf?" I raised my brow.

"When I arrived for conditioning at Reykjavik, Olaf, and I became best friends right away. We're like the Icelandic versions of your Bash Brothers-" I could feel his chin moving on my shoulder from him talking.

"Cocky."

"Ja," He let out a louder chuckle this time, "Cocky. You should see us at practice and in the locker room when Stansson isn't chewing us out or running us like racehorses."

"I can already imagine it." I smiled widely at the thought of the two roughhousing and being cocky on the ice at practice.

The two of us continued to watch the movie, occasionally changing our positions. "Gunnar," I whispered to Gunnar who looked down at me. My head in his lap.

"Hm?"

"When's your birthday?"

"January 1st, 1978," He smiled down at me. "If your also wondering, I'm 16 years old, 5'11, 175 pound, Capricorn," He finished by chuckling quietly. "When's yours?"

"March 20th, 1980," I paused. "If your also wondering, Gunnar Stahl, I am a 14 years old, 5'8 and 3/4, 158 pounds, Pisces." I mocked him, making him laugh slightly before the two of us went back to watching the movie together.

We were at the part where Indiana was talking about the "nocturnal activities", I always got embarrassed at this scene, especially after he bites the apple. I was hoping and praying to God that Gunnar wouldn't notice my crimson red cheeks.

After the scene ended and Indiana was being attacked by a guard, I glanced at my watch and saw it was almost 8.

Gunnar must have seen me glance at my watch because he let out a mixed moan and groan of him stretching his arms, "I think I better take you home."

I nodded before sitting up, "Ya, it's almost 8."

Gunnar stood up before reaching down with both of his hands to help me up. The two of us linked arms and left the park together, walking down the sidewalk to go back to the dorms.

We had just crossed the street and were near Venice Beach, "Did you enjoy tonight as much as I did?" Gunnar looked down at me.

Looking up at him, I fluttered my eyelashes, "Very much. I loved every single minute," My lips painted a grin on my face before turning my head to look at the moon reflecting itself on the Pacific Ocean. "It's so pretty," I mumbled.

"Yeah, it is," Gunnar mumbled.

"Wish you could go swimming at night but that's a bit much." I let out a chuckled before turning my head forward.

Gunnar stopped dead in his tracks, "Who says we can't?" He smirked.

"Gunnar!" I smiled widely, laughing.

"Come on!" He then started dragging me down to the beach.

"Gunnar! No! We don't have swimsuits!" I tried to remind him.

"I've never been skinny dipping before." He smiled as he trotted down the beach, getting closer towards the water.

"Oh! Christ!" I blurted out. "You can do that but I'm not getting in." I laughed.

We stopped almost at the edge of the beach where the dry sand met the moist wet sand from the waves, "Oh come on, please."

"No, no, no, Gunnar Stahl!" I laughed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Alright," He elongated his words in his thick Icelandic accent. "Your loss." The long brunett boy started unbuttoning his navy dress shirt to reveal his well-sculpted arms and flat stomach which made my eyes go wide and my cheeks turn hot, averting my eyes.

When my eyes looked back up, they were to the sounds of him trotting into the water. When I looked down at his pile of clothes, he still had his boxers on, thank the Lord.

Gunnar went out into the water where it came halfway up his chest, dunking his head in the water and flicking it up quickly, making his hair fly and send water behind him like in those swimsuit model magazines. Shaking his head like a dog, he smoothed it out before looking at me.

"Come on! Come on!" He pleaded, waving me to come in the water.

"No, Gunnar!" I laughed, twirling a loose strand of hair on my fingers.

"Just for a little bit," He then paused. "Please." He pleaded but it was calmer.

Rolling my eyes, letting a huff out from my chest, the smile crept back on to my lips, "Ok, ok!" I raised my hands in surrender. "Just for a minute." He then celebrated his victory to get me in the water. "But I am not skinny dipping!" I said, pointing a finger at him.

"I already saw you look down at my clothes."

"Damn it," I mumbled. "Just turn around or close your eyes or somethin'." When I saw Gunnar turn around, I also turned around.

Bending down to take off my sandals, pitching them together nicely before lifting up the bottom half of my dress. I could feel him staring at me, so when I turned around, much to my surprise, he wasn't watching. I fluffed my hair before laying my dress down on top of my sandals, walking into the water quietly.

When I got to the point where my chest was covered, I came up behind Gunnar, wrapping my arms around his torso from behind, squishing my cheeks into his side.

I could feel him smiling when he turned around and I fixed myself so I was hugging the front. He also hugged me back, resting his head on top of mine.

"You know, I did see you turn like a tomato during the "nocturnal activities" scene." When he confronted me about turning like a tomato, I quickly broke away, grinning like an idiot, making me splash water at him with my hands.

"Gunnar!"

"It was really cute though." He chuckled, which made me splash him again, getting his face wet.

"Oh, you want to go there?" He chuckled before flinging water at me, making me squeak and squeal like a little girl.

The two of us then started splashing and flinging water at each other. I went up back towards the beach so I could run away from Gunnar but I miserably failed. I tripped and fell on a rock when I turned to see if he was following me. When I hit the sand, I made an "oof" sound before I heard his seductive charming laughs.

"Well look who I finally get to splash now." He then kicked water at my face, making me snap my hands over my face to block the water while my hair got soaked.

Gunnar then somewhat crawled on top of me, my arms propping myself up in the sand, "Gotcha cornered now." He whispered as he stared me dead on the eyes.

My heart was pounding out of my chest having me under his body and this close to each other, "Ya, ya, shove it in my face all ya want, Stahl." I teased.

"I did see you change out of your dress though," I blushed and looked away. "What is that? Victoria Secret?" We looked down at my black underwear that matched my bra. He was playing with the waistband right where the tag was in the front on my right leg.

"Yes, it is, nosy." I moved his head from looking at the waistband of my underwear back up at my eyes.

There was a moment of silence between the two of us. My heart started beating faster as I stared deeper and deeper into his mixed green hazel eyes. Lust. I saw lust. Then our faces became close as our lips gently locked.

When we broke away, we looked at each other for a minute before I finally took his shoulders lightly and started moving him backward, so I was on top of him while he laid down in the sand. Our lips then crashed together this time, I gently laid myself on him with my one leg on the side of his chest while the other was extended outward. As our lips moved in sync, it wasn't a rough aggressive kiss, it was passionate, genuine, and full of lust. Light faint sounds of our lips smacking together could be heard while Gunnar sucked and tugged on my lower lip with his teeth. My hands started digging through his long brunett hair while his hands snaked their way down my back, to my lower waist.

We heard a click and a bright light come from the beach, blinding us, "Hey! You can't be swimming at night!" Which made us separate and jolt up. A cop was pointing his flashlight at us, making me quickly cover my chest.

"Sorry! Sorry!" We said in unison as we ran to get our clothes and shoes.

I picked up my dress, holding it over my chest while I ran with my sandals in my hands. The two of us were grinning and laughing like a bunch of idiots as we ran half-naked up the beach being chased by the cop before hiding behind a giant rock to change.

"That was so embarrassing!" I laughed as I ruffled my hair, dropping my sandals on the sand.

"That's the first time I've been chased by a cop," Gunnar said while ruffling his hair, also grinning like a maniac while putting on his pants as his belt buckle clinked together with his button on his pants.

"Same here!" I laughed while slipping on my dress quickly, wiping the bottom of my feet off before putting my sandals back on.

When the two of us got dressed, we were still soaking wet and walking down the sidewalk laughing and smiling like maniacs while walking to the nearest bus stop so we could get back to the dorms.