Falling For The Bad Guy.

Chapter Sixteen

Sitting down, looking at him, I feel all the things I did as a teenager. I met Derek at the tender age of 18, and the year spent with him was one of the best. "You look captivating." He says, scanning my body with his eyes. I cough, "let's sit." No one makes me as nervous as he does when receiving a compliment. "So how'd you get into pilot work?" I ask. Growing up he had always wanted to be a lawyer. "I like to work with my hands and flying a plane comes to me as driving a motorcycle." He says, charmingly. "You still ride that thing?" I ask. "Do you know how expensive she was? Why would I not?" "So the motorcycle has a gender?" I mock, playfully. "Aw hell mate." He laughs. "So you finally became a detective." He says, kindly. "Yes, I did. Though, it hasn't been the best. It's been rough." "You've always had a strong head, you could get through it." "That's actually why I invited you, I have a free vacation that I was wondering if you would want to accompany me on?" "Rebecca of course I would, but do you really want me to come? We just haven't been with eachother in so long, I want you to be able to stand being around me." He jokes. "Yeah, I would love for you to come. I don't think there's a better option." "Am I your first choice then?" He smirks, looking down at the floor and grinning, a habit I shortly picked up on as soon as we met. "Yes. The tickets are for tomorrow at 9am, be there or be square." Oh god, did I really just say that? "Be square" was the weirdest thing I've ever said. "I'll be there. Where is it to if you don't mind me asking?" "Hawaii. Bring a bathing suit, or don't, either one." I devilishly smirk.
The Airport at 5Am-
I hear a "Hey sexy" from behind me, and a hand in my back pocket. I jump, but when I feel Derek kiss me on the cheek, I'm relieved. He's always been the most charming, seductive, and mesmerizing person. I'm glad he's here today. Five days in Hawaii with Derek sounds, romantic.  After way to many hours of having to get through security, we finally board the plane. I call the window seat, and he sits next to me. I know exactly how this is going to go- he'll fall asleep and I'll complain once we get off the plane about his embarrassing snoring. The truth is, I've always found that cute. Forty minutes into take off and his head is resting on my shoulder. I like staring at him as a man, all grown up, even more pleasing to look at then I last saw him. When he does wake up, some time later, he asks if we're close. I tell him not nearly, since the flight is twelve hours long. "I'm going back to sleep." He yawns. "No. I want to talk." I say. "You know what, me too." He says, resting his hand on my thigh. His touch sends a shock of electricity down my spine. His hand is way to close to the area I've been wanting to put onto him, all day. So, I press my thighs together. He likes this action, but I don't want this to happen to fast. Derek is to good of a man to have one night with, so I remove his hand and take it into mine instead. "Are you dating anyone right now?" I ask. "I had visited Australia recently, and saw a girl I had once loved, but no, all is ended." I don't hesitate to smile. "Why are you so cheerful about that?" He asks. "No reason." "How has being a detective been?" He asks, interested. "It's been eventful, but not in the best way. I, I lost my dad and my best friend. I've seen more than you could possibly imagine, but I'm still grateful for the job." "I'm so sorry you had to go through that loss, I know they meant a lot to you." "Yes, they did." He kisses my forehead and I bring his arm closer to mine, intertwining.
Six Hours Later....
I'm six glasses of wine in, and laughing hysterically. Derek decided to be the sober one, so I went in for it. "Ya know, when I first met you I thought you were gay." I laugh, truthfully. "That's understandable, I was never with a girl and my voice wasn't always this deep." He laughs along. "But I've always found you attractive." I spill. "You know I loved you Rebecca." I did know. But I wasn't ready for a relationship, especially when I didn't know who I was, and especially when I was growing up hating my figure. "As I did you Derek. But there were to many feelings to handle at once. You know that." "I do. Carlee hated me anyway." She did, she thought I was to good for him. That was Carlee. A kind, protective, and caring soul. "She did hate you! I don't blame her though, you were trying to get into my pants!" I laugh. What? He was! The rest of the plane ride is filled with reminiscing, laughter, and spitting my wine out on the old guy next to Derek (unintentionally). When we get off the plane, I'm a little to drunk. I wind up falling asleep in the car, and when I wake up the next morning, I'm in pajamas, in a really comfortable bed. I don't wake up panicked though, I'm calmer than ever before. Derek is sound asleep on the floor, in nothing but boxers. He has to be 6'4 by now, so he looks a bit odd just lying on the floor. I get up, and when he hears me, he wakes up. "Good Morning gorgeous." "Hey!" "Breakfast?" He asks. "Waffles and Bacon." I reply. "Coming right up." "Put some pants on first!" I shout, as he walks into the kitchen. I don't want him to put pants on, his entire body is mouth watering, but he needs to cover up before I get carried away.

The next five days would be some of the best, and most relaxing. All the way up until the last.