Undisclosed Desires

36. Gasoline

The sound of the waves crashing, even at a distance, fills the quiet space. It's a serene picture, the sunny skies, the sandy beach. But even as the orange hues illuminate your skin, the room is cold. And the picture-perfect view feels lonelier looking through the window in the empty bedroom.

It shouldn't surprise you, nor should it bother you. But the stinging sensation on your skin burns just the same.

The single dining chair, decorated with a black suit just the night before, was empty.

You were alone again.

In the cozy corner by the window, you pick up the book you bought, hoping getting lost in the pages will make the time move faster.

Reading always puts your mind at ease, the protagonist's problems, and the twists and turns of every turning page. Who will they end up with? You get lost in the inked pages for hours.

"I brought you to the beach, and you're reading a book indoors?" His laughter fills the room, startling your entranced reading state.

"You're finally back." The same cloudless sun since you woke up shined brighter at the blonde-haired man. "Did ya miss me?" His scent filled your nose as your face rested on his shoulder, silently nodding.

His suit was scuffed, wrinkled around your fingertips, and tiny specks of blood splattered on his shirt. But Atsumu was back. That's all that mattered to you.

"I have to tell you something." You whisper, clutching onto his waist tightly, refusing to let go.

"Tell me later." He kisses your forehead. "It's perfect swimming weather. Let's go." The once silent room fills with your giggles as he tosses you over his shoulder and the sound of him playfully spanking your ass, carrying you into the room.

"Damn. On second thought, let's just stay in the room." He swipes his tongue through his lips, staring at your swimsuit. It was the reaction you hoped for when you bought it. "You can stay if you want." You tease him. "I want to get wet."

"My face will do the trick." He teases you back.

"I'm sure it will." Your fingers dance on his shirtless body, inching your face to whisper in his ear, "I'll be sure to sit on it when we get back." The twitch in his lips, the subtle growl as your words, the hunger in his eyes, you can't get enough.

Your fingers latch his as he guides you through the hallway, happily following his shirtless body. The large outdoor bar area is hidden between the planted palm trees, a hidden oasis you didn't even know was there.

"Everyone is staring at you." You whisper to him. Atsumu's tattooless skin sticks out amongst all the people scattered around, with matching tattoos, allowing you to see the different clicks and affiliations, all mixed together enjoying the summer sun. He wasn't the only person without any ink, but he was the only one walking with a cocky toothy grin, making everyone break their necks to look at him.

"Nah, they're staring at you, baby. You look fuckin hot." Unfazed by the wondering eyeballs, the palm of his hand grabs hold of the sheer fabric covering your ass.

"He's right." Through the blaring sound of music, the voice echoes in your ears.

"What's up, man." Atsumu greets the man leaning against the bar. His black shirt, rolled up to his elbows, loosely unbuttoned. He was fully clothed with his signature black mask. "You remember, Kiyoomi, right, baby?"

Nodding to the ground, you avoid eye contact, hoping no one notices your blushed check. Walking away to order the three of you drinks, you are left alone with the raven-haired man with piercing eyes. "What are you doing here?" You whisper as your heart pounds out of your chest. "You told me not to leave." He hums, perking his eyebrow up at your stunned face.