We all had been sitting around and talking for a really long time and now it was a little after 1:00 am so everyone decided to call it a night. I looked at Charlotte and raised my eyebrows at her.

She gave me a small shrug, a faint blush across her cheeks. We all stood up and gathered our things. Charlotte walked over to me with her water bottle in her hand. "I mean, if you want..." she trailed off.

"Get lost," I laughed.

"I love you," she squealed, kissing my cheek before going with Oli.

Noah was setting up our tent when I walked over, taking water bottles from the trunk for both of us. "Hey," he grinned while picking up the sleeping bags.

"Hello, need any help?"

"No, I'll just unroll them inside," he said, "You need anything?" he asked.

"No, I got it," I smiled.

We finished setting up and then just stood there. "Not sleepy yet, are you?" he asked.

"No, not yet. You?"

He shook his head in response, "No. You wanna take a walk?" he offered.

"Uh yeah, sure," I shrugged, walking beside him along the shoreline. We walked in silence for a short while and then we started talking about random things as we always do. He grabbed my hand and started swinging our locked hands back and forth as we walked and talked.

I chuckled, "I can't answer that."

"Why not?" he asked.

"I just can't," I laughed, "Who asks that? When was the last time you were kissed? Really?" I looked at him.

"I'm asking that. Come on," he pleaded.

"I don't even know the answer to that, Noah. I genuinely don't remember," I explained.

"Liar," he scoffed.

"I'm not lying I swear," I laughed, pushing him lightly, "I couldn't tell you when I was kissed last. It was definitely after the break-up but way before graduation," I said.

"Where?" he questioned.

"At a party or something? I'm pretty sure it was during a game," I shrugged.

"That was your last serious kiss?"

"No, that was my last kiss. You never said serious," I retorted.

"Okay, when was your last serious kiss?" he emphasized.

"The last time I kissed my ex-boyfriend probably," I answered, "Yours?"

"Probably with my ex too," he shrugged.

"Why are you asking me that?" I questioned hesitantly.

"I'm just curious," he shrugged. I eyed him but let it slide regardless. "Can we sit down or something?" he mumbled while pulling me to a halt and sitting down on the sand.

"I don't want sand everywhere," I pouted. He tugged at my hand, making me realize it was still in his, before pulling me down to sit. I clicked my tongue, pulling my hand out of his.

"Wha-" he frowned at the loss of contact.

"I'm tying my hair," I laughed, throwing it up in a bun. I pulled my knees up, hugging them as both of us sat there, under the moon, looking at the waves.

"Didn't you say you're scared of deep waters?" he smirked.

"Don't even think about it. It's dark out too," I scolded. We fell back into silence and stared at the view in front of us until he started poking my sides. "What is with you?" I laughed, "Why do you always do that?" I slapped his hand away.

"Cause you're ticklish and when I tickle you, you laugh," he chuckled, continuing to tickle me.

"I don't like laughing so much, Noah no!" I yelled, scooting away.

"You are seriously so ticklish," he laughed, kneeling and scooting forward.

"I'm leaving," I chuckled, starting to get up but he grabbed my waist and pulled me back down. I let out a fake cry, trying to pry his hands off. "Please," I laughed. I think he just likes torturing me because that's what this feels like. Torture. I tried kicking around but he lay me down. "No, I'm gonna have sand in my hair, Noah I will kill you!" I shrieked.

He straddled me, locking my legs under his, holding both my wrists in one hand of his, tickling me with the other.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" I screamed.

"Shhh!" he hissed.

"Stop tickling me and get off!" I yelled.

"No," he smirked.

"Noah," I whined.

"No," he repeated.

"Noah, I will scream and everyone camping here will hear me, get off." He sighed and stopped tickling me, finally, before leaning in lower and closer. I was already lying down, that didn't leave me with much room to move around or slip out of his grip.

"You scream a lot," he laughed.

"You were torturing me," I mumbled.

"I was tickling you," he deadpanned.

"Which is as bad as torture," I shrugged. He laughed, shaking his head. "I have sand in my hair now. Because of you," I hissed.

He looked down at me, not saying a word, just staring with a smirk on his lips. He was staring at me again. His eyes stayed locked with mine for a while before trailing down my face, getting caught on my lips. Instinctively, I turned my head and looked away.

"Bella," he let out a soft chuckle. I just knew he was going to bring up what happened last night. And I wasn't up for humiliation tonight again.

"No, no, no, I know what you're about to say. Come on now, it's past my bedtime," I chuckled, "Get off." He still didn't move. "Hello?" I waved my hands in front of his face. I poked his ribs and he rolled his eyes, pinning my wrists down beside my head. "Get off!" I yelled while laughing, closing my eyes, shaking my head. I opened my eyes and saw him staring down at me again. "Haven't you done enough for the night?" I mumbled.

"No," he smiled, his eyes on my lips. I didn't say anything, just lay there. I was observing him. He had a look in his eyes, one that I couldn't read. Almost mischief but something else too. His grip on my wrists tightened.

"Noah," I sang, covering his eyes.

He pulled my hand back and looked at me, "Yes?"

"You're staring," I whispered.

"Because I can," he shrugged.

"Can we go now?" I asked.

"No," he shook his head.

"Why?" I asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes when it fell over. "Hey, you have a wish," I chuckled, brushing it off. He wasn't saying anything, wasn't doing anything, wasn't getting off. I sighed, meeting his eyes. "You're just going to sit and stare?"

"I might," he mumbled.

I chuckled, shaking my head. I opened my mouth to try once again, to tell him to get off of me and go back to the tent, but it happened too quickly. His right hand grabbed the side of my face before his lips fell down on mine. My eyes closed almost immediately but they'd be falling out of their sockets if they were open.

When I finally registered that what was happening wasn't something out of my goddamn imagination, I started kissing him back. I have no idea if he's aware of what he's doing or why he's doing it, but he's doing it. That's the point. He's kissing me, and I want to kiss back while I can. He might want to take it back later, I should just kiss him now that I have the opportunity.

His hands went down to my waist so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. He pulled away after a while and pecked my lips lightly before leaning back, enough to look at me. "Is it okay that I did that?" he whispered.

I nodded quickly. He chuckled, before leaning down and kissing me again.

If he wanted to kiss me, why didn't he do it last night?

I opened my eyes and pushed him off. He frowned, looking down at me. "What?"

"If you wanted to kiss me, why didn't you do it last night?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

He smiled, "Because I didn't want the first time I kiss you to be in a boring hotel room," he explained.

"Oh, it's better in the sand?" I asked sarcastically.

He chuckled, "You tell me."

"I suppose it is," I mumbled.

"First kisses are very crucial, Bella," he teased.

"You're so full of it," I shook my head, smiling.

"I can't deny that," he smirked, "But so are you." He kissed me again but I pulled away faster this time.

"Do you plan on sleeping out here in the sand itself?" I asked.

"I wouldn't mind," he shrugged.

"Can we go? Please?"

"But I wanna kiss you," he mumbled.

"So what? You can't kiss me in the tent?" I lifted a brow at him.

"Can I kiss you in the tent?" he smirked.

"Yes, you can," I sang, brushing the hair out of his eyes once more.

"Then I will," he said, kissing my cheek before climbing off of me and pulling me up to my feet.

"Why'd you kiss me?" I asked as we walked with held hands. I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted him to tell me he liked me.

"Hmm, because your lips look very tempting," he smirked, "You know why."

"Say it," I requested.

"I kissed you," he turned to me as we stood outside our tent, "Because I like you, Bella."

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