I can't believe it. I told him how I feel, at least, I think I do. It was a quick mess of Japanese and English gibberish that even I barely understood. And now's he's not saying any thing, he must hate me! And even after he was so kind to me.
He's bending down and saying something, but my heart is beating so loudly in my ears I can't barely hear him. He's trying to talk to me and I'm just standing here shaking. What kind of a hero am i? Maybe Kacchan was right, I'm just a coward and a-
Arms. His strong as arms wrap around my stomach and hold me. Hes not wearing his lab coat today, and I can see his a arms so well, but there's no need. I can tell just from the feel of it how strong they are.
Then, not quite sure what I'm doing my self, and yet leftting myself get swept away in the heat of the moment, I enjoy myself. And everything that I've been holding on to, all my feelings and thoughts are poured out and shared.
But who would've thought, an American scientist and a Japanese student getting together after an accidental kidnapping. The whole idea sounds crazy, almost crazy enough to be something out a story book, a fantasy, where two people, Un sure if themselves and their own desires and needs, helping each other to find true love.
But it's true, and here I am, enjoying myself, while laying under an old foreign scientist, in a cheap rented room. And as uncomfortable as it may sound, I feel like I never wanted to move. But for something do amazing to end so soon is a bummer, but anymore and we'd both pass out. Our bodies (our hips and voices) can't take any more so when Bill grabs my waist and starts moving his hands, I let out a little sound of surprise, (which probably came out as more of a moan) since we'd just finished. I really do want to repay him for this experience, but I'm tired, and this feels so good, I really can't stay awake any longer. Thank you, Bill.
