For The Last One Hundred Days || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 8: Half-Naked

Freen and I sat down to make a list of things she wanted to do during her vacation, but her manager refused to allow most of them since they involved going outside. Some of her ideas were skateboarding, eating sushi at her favorite place, and taking photos with beautiful scenery.

"How about trying kickboxing?" I suggested.

She was in the bathroom, relaxing in the tub while I listed indoor activities for us to do so she wouldn't get bored.

"No way, Becky."

I rolled my eyes. She doesn't like my favorite sport.

"Then how about making candles? Teach me how to do it." I pouted, even though she couldn't see me. But after a minute, she still hadn't responded.

"Freen—" My eyes widened when I saw her completely naked, standing in front of the sink while brushing her teeth.

I quickly closed the door and leaned against it.

Did I just see Freen naked?

My face turned red as the image of her flashed in my mind. I covered my face with my hands, trying to hide my embarrassment, but it only increased when she opened the door and I fell to the ground.

Yes, the ground.

She didn't even make an effort to catch me and just looked at me as I fell.

"Ouch." I rubbed my hips as I tried to stand up, and she didn't offer any help.

Where are your manners, Sarocha? I scolded her silently.

If only we were as close as we used to be, I would have grabbed her robe and forced her to help me up.

Once I managed to stand, I saw her staring at me with her arms crossed, giving me a "what-do-you-think-you're-doing" look.

"Look, I called out to you, but you didn't respond. I thought you slipped or something, so I opened the door," I explained, but she still looked bored.

"Take off your clothes."

My eyes widened.

"What?"

"You saw me naked, so I need to see you naked too. Isn't that fair?" she asked, a mischievous half-grin on her face.

"Freen, if you're joking, this isn't funny."

"Funny, like the fourth item on your bucket list?" she said, teasingly.

I searched for my phone, which was on the vanity. I quickly checked my bucket list and my face turned even redder. I felt as red as a tomato.

"You want to see me half-naked, and I was wondering which part of me is that 'half'?" She walked toward me, slowly untying the ribbon on her black silk robe.

I gulped at how attractive she looked while doing that. I'm not a pervert, but when it comes to Freen, everything she does turns me on.

"Tell me, bb. Which part?" she whispered seductively into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Stop teasing me, Freen." Finally, words came out of my mouth. "I didn't mean to peek, so forgive me, okay?" I flashed a sweet smile, tilted my head, and blinked my eyes repeatedly.

"Fine," she said as she retied her ribbon. "But can I ask you something?" She didn't move away from me; we were still close.

"What?"

"Why do you have a bucket list on your phone? Isn't that a list of things people want to do before they die?" Her tone turned serious, and she played with her fingers while looking at the floor.

I didn't know how to escape the hot seat right now, and this wasn't the right time to tell her the truth. It would only become a burden once I reveal my condition.

I lifted her chin to make her face level with mine. I could see tears in her curious eyes. It seemed like she was begging me to tell her the truth because she was worried.

No, Freen. It's too early. I'll tell you once everything is in place, when the time is right.

"Do I look like someone who's going to die early? I'm not an Armstrong for nothing, babe." I lied.

She sighed in relief.

"Don't leave me again, Becky. Promise me, please."

I can't.

"Go change first. I'll wait for you in the dining area." I pushed her back into her walk-in closet and headed to the dining room.

When I arrived, I held onto my chest and tried to breathe properly. I punched my chest multiple times, but the pain didn't go away. I walked over to the water dispenser, drank a lot of water, and took slow breaths. This time the pain subsided, and I felt more at ease.

I was afraid that Freen would see me in that state.

A tear fell from my cheek. I wasn't sure why. Was it because of the pain I felt earlier, or because I didn't want to leave Freen?