SURVIVOR of the WOODS

(17)

I shouted two more times for him but no response. What's wrong with these two?

"Did you drug yourselves?"

She chuckled softly.

"Freya, it's getting hot now, let go."

"It's winter."

"Yeah but there's too much hotness in here."

She pulled me closer and slowly opened her eyes, only for me to get lost in those ice gray orbs. She stared deeply into my olive ones and then her gaze shifted from my eyes to lips.

"Freya, we're too close."

"I know."

She leaned in and kissed my earlobe, giving me small pecks all the way on my neck to my collarbone.

"Freya...stop.." my voice sounded like I was in great pleasure.

"It was chaotic yesterday. I almost got attacked. Thank God you didn't come along." She said as she loosened her grip and got up to freshen up, leaving me dumbstruck.

I quickly got off her bed and went straight into my room. I showered and wore a sky blue hoodie with matching sweatpants. I went downstairs and saw Damien lying on the couch, drooling and still in the same outfit as yesterday. Well...he doesn't really have a place to shower. Unless he takes one of our rooms.

"Don't worry about him. He'll leave soon." Freya said, preparing pancakes.

"But he might suffer from body pain."

"Possibly."

"So...you don't care?"

"I didn't tell him to come over. He chose this."

"So let him bear the consequences right?" I added with sarcasm.

"What do you propose?"

"Maybe we should give him a room?"

"Continue." She said while spreading honey on top of the pancakes.

"Well...I was thinking..maybe we could share a room with him?"

"Be more precise." She approached me and stared directly at my soul.

"Well...umm...you can share your room with him?"

"I'm not the one who's concerned."

"Ugh! Nevermind! Just let him sleep here." I sat down and grabbed a knife and a fork, then devoured the pancakes.

"If you want, we can give him your room? I don't mind sleeping next to you." She said while taking a seat and ate in silence.

I choked on my tea. "No! I mean...that won't be necessary."

....

It was around 10 a.m and Freya decided to take me somewhere. Damien and I were seated on the couch, waiting for her.

"Where do you think she's taking you?"

"I have no idea." I shrugged.

"Maybe it's a special place?"

I sighed.

"Don't be scared. It's just Freya."

"Exactly."

"Oh...well, just don't get on her nerve."

"I've learned that lesson."

"Well, good luck cause there she comes."

Freya descended the stairs, grabbed her car keys and signaled me to come.

I wore my sneakers and crossed my fingers hoping it's gonna be desirable.