I gradually descend and sit at the pool. He stared at me, then looked away. I was wearing my uniform. It was a short skirt with long sleeves, but the sleeves were rolled up in my arms and the first button was open.
I looked at my thigh and grinned since it looks wonderful at night.
“I’m sorry I was late. It’s already eight…”
"It's all right. Toni texted me about it.” He was swimming back and forth. He glanced me while he was already in the center, “You should go inside, there's a food there."
“I’m not hungry.” I uttered. I raised my head, and the half crescent moon was shining brightly. I couldn’t help but be happy that I come to see the moon again, and I prayed that the moon wouldn't love me so much that he would take me with him.
I looked down to look at him, and he was staring back. I caught his stare.
We were standing right next to one other. I'm not sure why he paused in the midst to look at me. From where I was, I could see his chest. The water is dripping on his face down to his shoulder. I separated my lips to obtain air since I'm starting to can't breathe from ….from his looks.
"Your birthday is coming," he added, and I was taken aback by the suddenness with which he said it.
"Christmas is also coming," I giggled and nodded. It's still a long way away. It's only the last week of November, and we have to wait another twenty-five days. My birthday is particularly memorable and lovely because it falls on December 25th.
"What's your plan?" he asked as he walks closer.
"Are you excited?" I smirked.
I noticed his lips parted. He gulp softly, and watched him smirk, dangerously. "Your brother said it to me. "He said I should make you happy," he chuckled. My heart melts as I hear that. "I'm the proxy," he added, laughing.
“Should I call you brother?” I asked, laughing at my own question. He shook his head and chuckled.
"Nah," he answered, smiling as if it were awful. He didn't notice that he was so gentle today. He seems to be an open book, whereas the previous days were rather dark and distant.
He came to a stop inches in front of me. I softly cleared my throat. He softly shook his head, combating his thoughts. When he decided and seriously cursed. He cleared his throat and walked alongside me. He leaned at the pool's edge, peering at me sideways.
He was staring at me freely. I couldn’t help but to watch him stares me.
“Have we met before?” He asked. I shook my head.
“We didn’t-
“We should have met before.” He cut me off. I laughed with his own fantasies. I would be so young if that he didn’t think.
Why are we talking like that anyway? Does he also feel the same intensity that our body have? Like craving for something.
“I want to party. That’s my plan for my birthday.”
“Have we met before?” He asked. I shook my head.
“We didn’t-
“We should have met before.” He cut me off. I laughed with his own fantasies. I would be so young if that he didn’t think.
Why are we talking like that? Does he also feel the same ininsity that our body have? Like craving for something.
“I want to party. That’s my plan for my birthday.” I said changing the topic before we got drunk with our stares.
“Party with your boys.” He declared. I nodded, happily.
"Of course, they're my best bestfreinds.”
"And what about me?” I frowned. “What about me? How will I spend Christmas and your birthday if you're with them?”
My mouth dropped open. I couldn't say anything. I think it struck him as he cleared his throat.
"I mean, your brother wants you to spend the occasion with me.” He doesn't want you to be alone," he stated seriously.
I looked at him again. He was staring at me. It sounds so good on how our posture reflected the moon and the water of pool.
My eyes gaze to his hand on the pool.
I stopped thinking about him and his touch. I don’t have to experiment it and the fire, and the pain in my condition is not the same and I know it better.
I just want to prove, and nothing has to prove because his touch makes me shiver and his appearance is strong enough to make me tremble, and my condition won't give me that feeling, only agony, suffering and discomfort.
I feel my heart has literally stopped with the next thing he does.
I gasped.
His hand is moving closer to my feet. My lips parted for it. It’s too much. He clenched his teeth, close his eyes and dropped his jaw. "Please, stop me," he pleaded weakly.
How am I going to do that? What can I do to stop him? How do I stop him when he's already begging for it and I'm also begging for it. But I'm soberer than he is, and I need to leave, and I need to stop.
I need to stop this. We should stop this. This is insane! This is so wrong! This is Kelsey’s brother! He is Andrew’s brother in law!
His gaze rises as it rests on my thigh. I noticed him biting his lower lip and looking at my thigh. He was touching it slowly, gently, making circles, and everything around me crumbled. I feel so weak, and yet I want it.
His hand touched mine, but my gaze remained fixed on my legs and feet. I’m still drawn at it. I’m still drunk on it. I don't think I'll ever be able to stand up straight again after this. I know that once I stand up, I'll fall all over again.
He carefully pulls me to the water. He looked at me with such intensity and longing that I couldn't help but want to fall myself into the water…to fall for him.
He quickly caught me, and his hand is behind me. Because we are on the same level, I cannot bend or lift my face. We are both the same height. We were eye to eye, nose to nose, and lips to lips.
He looked at me as if he was reading my soul for the hundredth time. His gaze fell to my lips, and I felt his fist behind me. He came to a halt, as he should because I'm not sure once if he'll move closer, I will forget myself and I will never own myself again.
When he put my hair behind my airs, I closed my eyes. I was about to open my eyes when he stepped in close enough for me to hear his breath and heartbeat. This is completely so wrong. Move yourself away, Jette Aime Anderson!
He whispered, “You...you're so beautiful..." I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with fire, and I was burning on it...willingly....voluntarily.
He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. He hesitated and mumbled, "I...I miss you, love."
My body froze from it. "I'm sorry...my wife...I just remembered her."
He instantly and coldly turned away. My mouth dropped open. My heart ached, and I couldn't believe he had used me. I felt it was fucking true that he was fucking feeling it as well.
The coldness in the pool makes my feet stuck and froze. I shivered, and my tears streamed down my cheeks.
This sucks!
It was my first, and I was so fucking upset at him that he played me! He took advantage of me! He was looking at me so passionately, and it wasn't even for me!
When I returned my gaze, I noticed that his room had been turned off. I sobbed without wiping my eyes. No one would ever see me cry like this.
Damn. My hands trembled as I unbuttoned my uniform, but I couldn't fully unzip it because I was shivering. I pushed the button in a fit of fury. The button fell away. I took my skirt away, leaving only my shorts and bra. I tossed away my uniform and sobbed in the pool.
I couldn’t believe that I was fallen with his stares. He stares at me so sinfully and I was there, the innocent, naïve victim. My body trembled. I know that I’m not going to cry hard or even cry. I should feel bad or else my heart, naturally my heart will stabbed me to death.
I bit and slowly moved myself away from the pool. I lay in the floor, and stare the moon.
Andrew will surely kill me for this. He will surely send me somewhere far away.
I still can’t forget about that Kairus. He’s a great seduction! A great fucking seducer!
Moon, I felt the pain differently. I was used in pain differently, and the heartbreak pain is completely different and fucking painful as well.