The Medium; Colby Brock Fanfic

Chapter 11

ALYANA'S POV

"Wake up, it's beach day!" I yell straddling Colby as he's still asleep at 11am.

"Well if someone didn't wake me up at three in the morning, maybe I would be awake right now," He groans rubbing his eyes.

"Oh shut up, you wanted to stay here anyways."

I get off of him and head to the bathroom to start getting ready.

"No come back," He whines holding out his arms for me.

I couldn't say no to him. I climb back in bed with him and slip into his arms.

"You're a brat," I laugh at his child like behavior.

"You love this brat," He pulls me in closer so my head is laying on his chest.

I just shake my head and laugh, not really knowing what to say. I know we both said those three scary words that night, but I couldn't tell if it was an in the moment type thing. It was just after Nick attacked me and we were both scared and fragile, but would he had said it if all those things didn't happen? I guess I won't know.

"Oh by the way," Colby says breaking my thought, "I brought my swim trunks with me last night cuz I knew I wouldn't want to go back to my place to get them."

"Smart boy," I ruffle his hair, "but we should start getting ready."

"Ughh fine," He groans once again before throwing the blankets off of us.

I grab my bikini off of the dresser and head into the bathroom to get ready. First, I brush out my tangled hair from the night before and rub in protective serum throughout my roots. I don't want my hair to get damaged from the saltwater. Next, I undress myself from Colby's sweatshirt and the spandex that I wore to sleep. Lastly, I slipped on my small bikini. It was a warm pink color that tied in the front, insinuating my chest, and the bottoms tied on the sides, showing off my hips. I stare at myself in the mirror before walking out of the bathroom to see Colby sitting on his phone with his swim trunks on and a tank top.

"You ready to go?" I ask so maybe he would look up at me.

When he finally looked up from his phone, he couldn't take his eyes off of me. He threw his phone on the bed and immediately walked over to me.

"My god," He mumbles under his breath, grabbing onto my exposed waist.

"Are you ready?" I reiterate in a teasing tone.

"Mmhmm," He groans, "ready for you."

"Colby, the beach," I giggle as his hands wander further.

"Goddamn you're so sexy, everyone's gonna be looking at you," He says taking a handful of my slightly exposed behind.

"But I'll only be looking back at you, Brock."

I can see the frustration grow on his face and in his shorts.

"Come on, let's go," I pull away from his touch and grab a tee shirt to cover up.

"After we're back, you're all mine," He chases after me.

"Whatever you say."

I insisted on driving since he's always driving me around. The drive was calm and uneventful, but I could feel Colby's eyes on me the whole time.

"What are you staring at me for," I laughed, catching him in the act.

"You're just so naturally beautiful," He doesn't take his eyes off of me, "All you're doing is driving, but it's so mesmerizing."