My Summer Love Story | ✔️

ch. 22 ✰ the gift of pure love

My cheeks burn intensely as my hand continues to clench Akash's hand in anticipation. His burning and memorable words repeat over and over again in my mind as I try to make sense of it. If the others weren't here right now, we would be doing something much more occupying than this.

Part of me is starting to wonder if that specific sentence had a certain innuendo behind it...

I fleetingly take a look towards Akash, who has his head turned towards the window. I try so hard to look at the actual view, which is the scenic Costa Rican view from above, but I can't help it, alright! My eyes immediately started to roam over Akash's handsome features and his flawlessly chiseled face. Sometimes, I just want to trace my fingers over his carved face, feeling every bump and curvature to it, while his soft skin feels so incredible and smooth beneath my lingering touch. It is honestly starting to frighten me how much Akash oppresses my mind because I have never desired someone this much, I have to admit.

What are you thinking, Reeya? My inside voice rumbles angrily. You have only known this man for two days! Well, technically three... but you get the idea! I close my eyes as I try to recollect my thoughts, and my inside voice simultaneously argues with me. I get that your hormones are all over the place and you seemingly can't control yourself around him, but you have to! You are getting over Nick still and you shouldn't throw yourself at a man you barely know! So... get it together!

I take a deep breath as my mind starts to haze away from my thoughts that ran in different directions. You know what? I am so right! The reason I came here was to enjoy my two weeks here and not get involved in worthless drama, especially worthless drama involving a man I barely know!

Thanks for the insight, inside voice.

This time, I focus completely on the view outside. I notice the helicopter whirred to a bright and shining city that is illuminated. "It's San José," Ayushi mutters, her mouth gaped open as she stared at the beautiful city shown below.

"Isn't that the capital of Costa Rica?" Ali questions.

"Sure is," Manav clears his throat. "It's literally party central."

"Well, why haven't we visited there?" Ali huffs.

"Damn, hold your horses," Manav chuckles. "We still got a week to go. I can assure you that we will be visiting there soon."

Ali sighs and nods his head, seeming content with Manav's answer. While they continue to talk about the very many interesting details and facts about San José, I continue to look out the door-sized window and find myself falling in love with the majestic city shown below. The huge buildings remind me a little bit about New York, except it is obviously not as crowded. But it still gives me a bit of nostalgia, realizing that I am in fact nowhere near New York. I am here in Costa Rica, where my main goal is to party until my legs give out and enjoy the breathtaking and unforgettable view, such as the dark blue sky that is slightly luminous because of the crescent moon.

I see a huge body of water casting onto the shore, so I'm guessing this is another beach. Ayushi's villa is miles away from San José, so I know for sure the beach I am seeing right now is definitely not the one we visited yesterday. I feel the sudden urge to jump into that water, feeling its cold and consuming droplets engulf me in, molding me into a state of thought that I hopefully will never get out of. For once, I want to escape reality and have something seize me, make me feel trapped, but in a good way. I want to have nature take me over, make me forget about New York and the horrendous people that I know of there, and I just want to be left alone with nature occupying me at every breath and movement I make.

There seems to be a few small figures moving around and about on the beach, indicating the fact that people visit the beach at night. The people look like tiny pebbles, implying that we are indeed high above in the sky, so obviously the people below will be seen as tiny figures.