The melody of the flowing currents, the hum of insects, the gentle rustling of leaves and trees—all harmony with the rhythmic melody of his heartbeat.
It's as if I've stepped into a scene from a romantic movie, the kind where emotions are painted with every note and every whisper of nature.
And with cherry on top, a slow piano seems to play in the background .Now, my rational self would be scratching its head, wondering how on earth I'm hearing piano notes out of thin air, and especially in this world.
But hey, who needs logic when you're knee-deep in a lovey-dovey moment that defies all the rules?
Is this what people feel when they're in love?
Should I be feeling this way?
With a slow shake of my head, a smile playing on my lips, I leaned back onto his chest, seeking more warmth while seated in his lap, our legs immersed together in the flowing currents.
After my declaration to make love tonight, nerves began to creep in immediately. It dawned on me that this would be my very first time.
To ease my anxiety, I suggested we take a moment to relax before heading back home. My sweet Winston readily agreed, no questions asked.
Why was he always like this, agreeing without a word of disagreement?
I want him to speak up, share his thoughts, even if it's about something he doesn't like.
Despite his eagerness to head home after mentioning making love, the moment I suggested staying a bit longer, he instantly agreed.
A sigh escaped me; there's more work to be done on his emotions.
Bending my upper body down to dip my hand into the cool water, the gentle flow reaching just below my knees due to the height advantage of sitting in his lap.
Hold on a second—there are these tiny fishes heading towards my legs!
And some of them have decided to treat themselves to a little snack, giving me an unexpected and free asian spa.
Soon,it was a mix of
"Wow, this is interesting"
And
"Ouch, it's ticklish and a bit painful."
Attempting to shoo them away by poking them with my toes, these stubborn little fish weren't the least bit agreeable—they just kept coming back.
They seemed to be equally invested in nibbling Winston's feet and legs. He, on the other hand, showed zero response.
While I found myself in a mini WWE match with them.
Why is he not responding.?It's time to take matters into my own toes.
Lifting my feet, I slumped forward, aiming for the soul—yes, the very soul—of his feet, attempting to tickle him into some kind of reaction.
But no, still no response. His skin is as thick as an alligator's!
Before I could lean in further for my toe-tickling mission, a gasp escaped me as a warm, muscular hand encircled me from around my tummy and gently pressed me back into his cozy chest!
"Careful, Lia," he murmured in a deep, breathy tone directly into my ears,I folded my thighs together, feeling a sensational wave course through my body.
I'm careful.. you're just not responding.
Turning to face him, ready to speak my mind,my words got stuck in my throat.
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