I gasped when my foot slipped off the side of the pool. My towel loosened and something snapped.
I fell.
I tried to reach for something but my foot stings. It's dragging me down. I tried to stay afloat but my foot made it hard for me. My insides frenzied at the thought of my nudity and drowning at the same time. I choked.
I tried so hard to fight the dominating panic in me but I unknowingly succumbed.
I did...
But a ragged breathing made me stop from totally drifting off. I was then wrapped by something.
I felt myself being shook and minutes after, something soft pressed against my lip. It was giving me air - like my life depended on it.
My eyes opened immediately. I coughed as I try to breathe in a mouthful of air. I held my chest.
Shit! I nearly drowned!
I kept holding my chest trying to digest everything that has happened when someone from my rear ruined it for me.
"You okay?"
The hoarseness of his voice reminded me of a familiar feeling. For a second, I'd love to think an angel saved me but I knew better.
I sat up, unbelievably darting my gaze to the man who almost owned all the guts in the world. And I wasn't even wrong.
Dash's lip formed a beguiling smile.
I raised an eyebrow.
"You...okay?" he reiterated which made me leer.
He chuckled. "No thank yous?" he asked and I heave a sigh.
"Thank you for saving my pathetic little life. I appreciate everything despite the sarcasm. Thank you." I said before checking my super wet towel.
Maybe what I said was super entertaining that's why he was laughing out loud right now.
I attempted to move my foot but I groaned in pain.
He touched it lightly. "That seems like a serious shit." he said before helping me get up.
I gripped on his arm. "Hey Krey, I don't think you can walk." he stated and I really can't. He sighed before lifting me off the ground. He carried me, bridal style. I didn't say a word. Not a single word.
He looked at me while smirking. "Let's get you out of here." and with that he walked away from the crowd.
I exhaled. I can feel my heart beating fast. So fast...it wanted to run out of my chest.
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Repercussions and Possibilities
عاطفيةIt was no shotgun. It was a deal between two consenting adults. A work of fiction. Provocative.