Mi Luna

Chapter XI

Type

As I slowly open my eyes, I am greeted by the soft blowing of the sea breeze entering the room through the floor-to-ceiling window. A strong pang of pain is then felt on my lower body and a soft warm thing is pinning me down, enclosing me with hard, strong arms that hugs me from behind. I try moving a little because despite that cozy feeling of a hug, my neck starts to feel stiff. I then heard a soft moan from the person hugging me from behind as the hug tightens too. An unconscious smile then forms on my lips as the warm breath fans my neck and shoulders. The entirety of the situation is making me doze off in comfort and contentment. I could stay like this forever. Laid back and naked in bed with someone.

Wait, what?

Laying.

Bed.

Someone.

Hug.

Hard, strong arms.

Naked.

NAKED!

Panic soon rise to my chest fully realizing where am I and what situation I am in. And who the heck is cuddling me oh so warmly and why am I aching down under?!

Did I just have... sex?!

"Hmmmm, shhhhh."

My heart beat doubles as the person cuddling me even squeeze me softly. The stranger planted soft kisses on my neck, nuzzling his chin on it.

Who is he? Why is he? Where am I? What am I doing? Why am I here? What have I done? What is wrong with me?

"Ai...T...Type. You're too loud Babe. It's too early."

Babe? Type? Is he calling me Type? Am I Type? No. I'm not, right?! I'm... I'm... People call me Chanti. What's my name again? I'm... Chanthira. Yes, Chanthira! Chanthira means moon. My mom named me Chanthira because I was born under a full moon. Mom gave me that name. Where's my Mom? Where am I?!

"Aaarrgghh!" My head feels like being cut into half. The pain resonates even unto my bones. It's like my skull is being opened, drilled down painful it's starting to become unbearable. I can't feel anything in my body except the excruciating pain causing havoc in my head and numbing my being.

"Type?! Type, Babe, what is wrong?! Are you hurt?! Fuck,Type! What's happening?" I am preoccupied holding my head, thinking that it might lessen the terrible pain I am feeling that I can't look at the face of the man holding my arm and worry is evident in his voice. I can't even raise my head to sit properly. All I want to do is scrunch my body, hold my head and stop the pain. I want the pain to stop. Please!

I feel my body left the bed and strong arms lift me before I lost all consciousness.

I woke up welcomed by the sight of white ceiling. I am lying in a white bed covered by white blanket and something is pricked on my hand. Is this some sort of a hospital? Am I in the hospital? Am I sick? And I feel so thirsty!

"T...type? Type, are you awake?"

A handsome man with huge black eyes greets me. His voice is laced with worry, forehead creased and his brows are already meeting up. He has stubble too, darkening his handsome face while his eyes look sad. Is he the one who kept calling me Type before I pass out? Where am I now? If this is indeed a hospital, then am I really sick? Why am I sick? I don't feel sick except that tingling pain that slightly pricking my head. It had became a little less painful that it is before I pass out. But why does he keep calling me Type? Who is Type? Who is he?

"I...I'm thirsty."

Frantic, he goes to the table and pour me a glass of water. Despite not knowing his name, he seems harmless and friendly. What doesn't connect is that he keeps calling me Type when I am Chanthira Thiwat. And where is my Mom? Or Sarawat?