Siren Lights, Camera, Chaos! MERMAID OUT OF WATER

Closeness

He woke up with the girl sitting down and looking at him. He felt a little flustered and dazed, yet a genuine smile crept up his face.

"Good morning..." he said, and she uttered something—another melody, he thought—and he felt she reciprocated.

His breath hitched when she smiled at him and lied down again, on him, burying her pretty little head against his neck and shoulder.

Thaddeus couldn't believe he'd say this but, while he didn't know why she was so touchy, he didn't complain.

It was just that the thing between his legs was getting very painful...

The door opened around this time, revealing old Thessy, who gaped at them in surprise.

"Sir...?! Uhm... I see... she's awake." The middle-aged woman paused, face turning stoic as soon as she caught herself. "Shall I excuse myself?"

"A-Ah! No, it's fine." Thaddeus said. His handsome face turned red in embarrassment, as if he was caught in inappropriate thoughts.

He sat up and held her shoulders—soft, good to touch—and gently scooted to the side of the bed.

She looked at him, puzzled as to why he's leaving, and he held back a smile.

So cute.

Then he remembered someone else was there and he cleared his throat.

As he stood, he smiled and extended his arms to her to take. "Shall we eat breakfast downstairs?" He asked, but she only stared at it, confused.

Thaddeus simply leaned over to grab her hand, gently pulling her up, and she followed his lead and finally went out of the bed.

However, as soon as she stood up, she almost fell down and he instinctively went to catch her.

He breathed in her scent again, feeling her softness against his lean body, and his hand stayed on her waist for what felt like an eternity until Thessy beside them cleared her throat.

His hand on her waist did not leave, however, and just caressed a bit unconsciously. He looked at her in concern when he felt her whole weight was on him.

"Do you have trouble standing?" He asked, thinking her legs must've felt numb. But as he guided her up, he saw how shaky her legs were.

Very quickly, he realized that she had a very real trouble walking.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he looked at Thessy. "Call the doctor again," he ordered and the woman left after a pause.

His hand slipped under her supple legs and lifted her up to get her back to the bed. She naturally wrapped around her arms on his shoulders for support, and his heart was hit (again).

He looked at her pretty face so close to him and he stared. She saw his daze and blinked before saying something again. When she did, as always, he felt like she was singing.

And she was singing beautifully.

He cleared his throat (he's been doing this a lot today) and was about to say something when he heard a gentle rumbling.

It was from her stomach. And when he saw her confused look on her stomach, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He realized that the doctor wouldn't arrive so quickly and made a decision to eat breakfast while they waited.

"Hold on to me," he said, placing his hands under her back and supple thighs—something he was doing with increasing expertise—and walked out, all the way to the dining room.