Chapter 29

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ARIA

"First time in Singapore?", he asks me. We are walking down the promenade, not hand in hand, but close enough for it to count. He's in a fancy tux, that fits him perfectly. I am considering of going to his tailor and suing him for my hyperventilation.

I am in a black gala dress, some heels and my lucky necklaces, my hair up in a bun and a small purse. We had to attend an event at the opera house until now, one in which the F1 drivers model suits. I assume the suits looked nice. I wasn't looking at them.

I was looking at him.

"First time in Singapore", I say, hopping on a bench and starting to balance on it.

Lewis just stops to stare at me.

"Is something wrong?", I ask him, stopping to dance on the bench, so I can look at him.

"I'm fine", he tells me. I don't believe him.

I want to jump off the bench, yet he takes my hand to help me get down unharmed. Shortly after I am standing in front of him, our eyes not far away. So are our mouths.

He tugs on a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear.

"I am wondering how life works. Does it just decide on some people and turns them into Sunshine? People who spread happiness to the world, at the cost of nothing. What did we do for those people? They make our days better, no matter if we deserve it or not. What do they get in return?"

He steps even closer to me, til his breath runs down my chest, speaking to every cell of my body. "You are my Sunshine", he whispers.

I lift myself on my toes, screw the fact we're in the middle of the street and kiss him. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him, til our bodies touch. Every inch of my skin touching his body is well aware of it, Even under the dress.

His hand goes from my waist lower to my back, as he grabs my ass like in a promise for what's going to happen today when we get back to the hotel. I smile and bite his bottom lip agreeing.

Someone passing by.

Lewis letting go.

Him staring at me like nothing happened.

"I'm sorry", he whispers. "I thought I could do it."

The heat from before turns to ice, slowly freezing all my emotions.

I want to cry. I want to puke. I want to run away from here.

"Why can't you?", I ask.

His gaze goes from my eyes back to the ground. "I'm sorry."

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