Chapter 2

Cass's POV

Happiness. That's what described my mood. I was happy to be in Disney World with my family. It was one of my favorite places we went on vacation. Even if it was a little hot most days. That's what the pool is for in the afternoons! There was always something interesting going on and I never got bored. Even though some of the rides were a little on the easy going side, I enjoyed them. I enjoyed the history of the company as well. I guess I just like history in general, but that's not really important right now. Right now, I'm standing in a ride line with my folks listening to my chatty mother talk about the rest of our plans for the day. I pretty much ignored most of what she was saying until she started talking about food. I love food. All food. 

We were currently standing in line for the Pirates of the Caribbean when I got a wiff of the most amazing colgne I'd ever smelled. 

Holy shit it smelled amazing! It was like a colgne with hints of musky cedarwood and maybe bergamot. Maybe. Earthy. God it smelled good. The creeper side of me wanted to know what it was so I could buy some and spray it on my pillow! 

I caught myself looking around, and stopped before someone saw me being a total creeper. Not that many would notice me and a whopping 5'6. 

I guess that's tall for someone that is sixteen years old. I don't know. I wouldn't mind being a little taller though.

I decided to ignore the amazing smell. There was no telling who it belonged to. My dad always said that I have the nose of a blood hound. The last thing I want is to go sniffing around and find out the amazing smell belonged to some old dude. That would definitely put a damper on things.

My mom, Janine Miller, was droning on about where we should go after we got through with this ride. I loved my mom, but god she talked a lot. She was a kind person though, and everyone liked her. Mom had the gift of gab. I didn't take after my mom much, except for my thick chocolate brown locks. She had green eyes. I had blue like my dad. She was short but slender, and had a stellar fashion sense. Not me. I was the Queen of Comfort. 

My dad on the other hand was the King of Practicality. Seriously. He was a retired Navy Seal. Everything was a calculated mission, from our daily schedule down to how to plan a quick exit from a restaurant we were eating at. Dad was tall, fit, salt and pepper thinning hair, and quiet.

He decided it would be his life's mission to make sure I was prepared for anything that came my way. He made me start taking tae kwon do at a young age, and that was only the beginning.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it. The kicking and punching random objects and people. Plus, I liked making my dad proud.

Dad was standing listening to mom talk like always. She talked. He listened.

The line took a turn, and the fans blowing on the hot bystanders sent the breeze in my direction again.

The same colgne hit me like a ton of bricks.

I took a long deep breath and let it completely engross my senses. I felt a knot forming in my chest. My instincts told me to turn around toward the scent. It's all that i could think about.

Find the source. Find the source. Find the source.

That's all I could hear in my mind.

I heard the voice of a guy. Rich and deep. Damn sexy.

I turned around to find nothing. Just the crowd.

Frustration took over me. I wanted to find that voice - that scent.

It flustered me in a way I had never experienced. I even felt a tingle between my legs that very few boys had ever made me feel. This was even more intense though. I haven't even seen the guy. How embarrassing.

"What's wrong Cass? You look like you lost something." My mom had noticed my look of confusion and irritation.

"I thought I lost my sunglasses but they were on my head! Silly me!" I spit that out entirely too fast and gave my mom the biggest grin I could muster. She seemed to buy it. My dad on the other hand just gave me an inquisitive look.

My mom did what she always does, and started up another random conversation. For that I was so grateful. The last thing I wanted was my dad asking me what I was really doing and thinking about. No way. 

We went through the line pretty fast. I continued to look around me, without being obvious. Before I could get up the nerve to turn around and look directly behind me again I realized we had reached the end of the line where we would board our tiny boat. A Disney worker pointed us to the row we would be sitting on in our tiny vessle. 

I took my seat next to my mother on our row, but before boat took off on the ride I looked up to see the attendant ushering someone in my direction. 

I groaned thinking I was going to have some random person sit by me, and turned myself more towards my parents. Normally they don't sit people with you that aren't your family.

Then it hit me. The scent. 

My hearbeat skyrocked. I don't know if I was excited or panicking! Either way, I knew when I felt the boat shift he was there - beside me. I did my best to not seem obvious, but the second he came into my peripheral vision I knew I couldn't hide my shock. He was tall. He was smokin' hot. He was staring right at me. Or I was pretty sure he was. He had sunglasses on, which I thought was odd. Why would he wear sunglasses inside? I decided I would mess with him about it if I could get up the nerve to actually talk to him. Then he spoke.

"Like what ya see doll face?"

Doll face?! The hell!? Terms of endearment with strangers drove me crazy, and not in a good way. "Actually if I'm being honest I was just wondering why you're wearing sunglasses in here. Last time I checked only blind people and douche bags wear sunglasses inside."

Silence. 

He said nothing. The only change on his beautifully sculpted face was a little smirk.

Damn. I was certain I'd get some type of reaction out of him. Maybe that was too harsh. I glanced back at my parents who were engrossed in their own whispered conversation. If my mom had heard me call a stranger a douche bag I would have been popped on the back of the head. I should probably apologize for coming off like such a bitch.

When I turned back to the douche bag, the sunglasses were gone and I was met with a set of the most peircing icy blue eyes I had ever seen. If mine were deep blue, his were almost gray or white. I hoped that I was able to control my face better this time, but I knew it was unlikely. I was the worst at controlling my facial expressions. 

He broke the silence when he asked, "How about now?" Huh? Now what? Oh! He means the fact that he took off his sunglasses.

I had been so engrossed in beautiful douche bag boy that I hadn't even noticed the ride had started until my thoughts were interupted by our boat going over a damn waterfall. I shrieked and the next thing I knew my hand was gripping his. The biggest jolt I've ever felt went from our hands, straight to my chest, and exploded through my whole body. "Shit!" I yelped! I jerked my hand back about the same time as my mom's hand connected with the back of my head.

WHOP! "Language Cassandra Miller!" She whisper yelled. "Sorry mom! Something shocked the mess out of me!"

I turned back to the mystery guy beside me and asked, "Did you feel that?! That was crazy! We must have had some seriously built up static electricity." He only had a blank look on his face when he replied with, "I didn't feel a thing. It must have just shocked you." Excuse me what? There is no way. I mean he had to feel SOMETHING! Was he lying? He seemed kind of cold all of the sudden. Damn I knew I should have apologized faster.

After that, he looked away from me like the ride was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen and never said another word. When our boat came to a stop, we got off single file but before I could say another word he blew past me up the ramp and was gone, taking is intoxicating scent with him.