LUNAR LOVE, CHAPTER 2

Hey,
I've tried to
Make this as romantic as possible but I think it's moving a little fast. Tell me your thoughts. Oh and enjoy.

Chapter 2
I slipped off my sandals as soon as I got to the beach. The cold sand sat between my toes as I silently inhaled and exhaled. The sky was midnight black. Picking up my sandals I walked down the sand and took a seat in the middle of the sand. There was nobody about so I decided it was safe to close my eyes and just enjoy the sweet smell of the beach.
Seconds later I was tapped on the shoulder. I spun around to find the yellow eyed man.
“Mind if I join you?” He whispered. I shook my head. He sat next to me, his hands almost touching mine. His face was flawless.
“Hi” I mumbled. I could never compare with him. Why was he even sat next to me?
“Hey” he replied.
“I like your eyes” I said.
“Thanks. I like your hair” What? He liked my Hair? That was just a reply, nobody liked my hair. It was ginger. Everyone always teased me about it. I frowned “Really… It’s like a fiery colour. Lovely. It really suits you” I blushed and hid my face with my hair. Was he flirting? With me?
“Thanks” I said through a smile. “What did you say your name was again?” He smiled. I didn’t even know his name.
“I thought you’d ask me that” What type of an answer was that? “Why do you want to know?” He said. What? What? What? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that as an answer.
“Emmm…. I… I want to have something to call you” I lied. I really just wanted to see if his name was a beautiful as his face. He gave a massive grin, as if he had read my thoughts.
“Ok… its patch” He laughed “Not a very nice name I know but-” I cut him off. His name was in fact as beautiful as his face.
“No. I like it. Patch.” I smiled “Nice name” I’d always loved the name patch. Ever since I was young id imagined it as a name for an angel. How right was i?
“Thanks Cassandra” Patch was still smiling.
“How you know my name?” I asked, my voice was a whisper.
“You bought the summer house, next to the forest right?” he relied.
“Yes” What did that have to do with him knowing my name?
“The man who sold it to you is my father” oh. Well that explains that the. How old was patch? Surely he wasn’t 18. 20 maybe, but not 18. Best way to get my answer was to ask him…
“How old are you?” My voice begged that he was 18.
“You’re full of questions. I’m 18” Oh my gosh! He was the same age as me. He smiled. “Now my turn to ask some questions”
“Ok….” I replied. What was Patch going to ask?
“Do you have a boyfriend?” What? Out of all the questions he could ask, he has to bring up boyfriends.
“Emmm… No, not anymore” I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” What? How long had I known him for? A few hours? Less?
“I… I… Emmm… Yes” Wait… What did I just say? It was his eyes they drew me in and made me say things. Everything went silent until he leaned in to kiss me. I didn’t know how to react.
“Patch” Someone shouted. He growled. Wait… growled. How did he do that?
“I’ve got to go” He whispered, he got up and placed a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll meet you here tomorrow night at 8.00pm.”
“Ok. Night patch”
“Night Cassandra” I sighed when he left. He made me feel good about myself in a way that Tony never could. I got up and walked back to the summer house. My thoughts were about Patch that night. Was this moving too fast? No. it was a small relationship that I don’t think will get much bigger. I sighed…