He chuckled, folding his arms. He looked at me from top to bottom, and I mean my bottom. He circled around me, and stopped right behind me as he analysed my bottom.
"Moana of Motsui, you say. How old are you?"
His voice is a low growl. It sounded gravelly but attractive. I took a step back from him.
"I'm 11."
Yes, I am 11.
I faced him again, to see his reaction. He looked startled for a second, and reached his hand up to his face to stroke his chin.
"Hmmm."
He hummed, still staring at me.
I glared at him, tapping my foot.
"Now, help me restore the heart of Tafiti. This instant."
I said with a hard face.
"You are Maui, aren't you?"
Double checking.
He grinned, pushing his biceps forward to show me more of his toned structure. His teeth were pearly and just... perfect. It annoyed me.
"Of course I am, Mo. Can you not tell?"
Maui winked, then flicked his glossy black hair.
YOU ARE READING
Splashed Away
Short StoryRich greenish blue waters, swaying palm trees. A warm breeze and pale white sand. You're in Hawaii. What can I say except "You're Welcome"?
