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Chapter 4: Island Kiss

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YOU are such... a cat." I grinned as my eyes lowered to her chest.

However, I gulped down my thirst. The woman's damp clothes sculpted two spears inside. As I focused on it, the size was almost depressing. It almost awakened my sleeping soul.

But I went back on admiring her exquisiteness. Her eyes were a master while I was a mere piece moved by it.

I smiled and whispered, "You are as pale as the moon's surface but as bright as it is at night. You deserve to be called my light."

Her palm was as warm as the fireplace. The sea breeze was classic music orchestrated by our gentle breath. The pine trees danced to its melody as the moon glistened on the water's surface.

The burn in my heart partially chilled. The burden turned more ethereal, for Neko was with me.

Then, I pulled her smooth arm and laid her on the white sand. As I crawled on top of her, the rebellious wave crashed against us. My lips landed on her softness.

My eyes widened. My body became paralyzed by it. But when I felt her tender lips, my mouth began to move.

Uncontrollable emotion surged through my body. Then, I parted her lips and made my way inside of her.

Alcohol made me even crazier when I caressed her cheek and pressed my lips to hers harsher. She lost control, then moaned softly.

It was the first time I won a battle. I leaned closer to her while she wrapped her delicate arms around my neck.

She was embers in my body, pushing me harder to kiss her even more. I could not get myself to release her delicious lips. As the feeling climaxed, my tongue played with her tongue then I bit her lower lip.

Whenever the water splashes against our bodies, I will break away from the kiss. And when it crawled backward, I will swallow her again.

After a minute of ecstasy, I cut the kiss. Like I was on a race, I was catching up with my breath as I stared at her lustrously.

I smirked when her eyes were still closed. But when it opened, she blinked multiple times and scrutinized me confusedly.

When I assured her of a happy night, she violently pushed me, sending me back to reality. Then, her expression changed as she stood up, walking in giant steps towards the shore.

"Neko!" I called her out and ran after her.

She did not look back. Instead, she put on the jacket she had taken off. It was an opportunity I would not lose. I ran in front of her and spread my arms to stop her from walking away.

"W-where will you go?" I asked in surprise, but she only pushed me with her shoulder. "Neko, wait!"

I ran and blocked her way again.

"I am sorry ..." I said while almost pulling my hair. "I lost... control!"

The light from the resort hit her. The redness of her cheek became visible, like a rose that had just blossomed, fresh and fragrant. I pouted my lips to stop myself from smiling.

She then glared at me when she noticed it.

"I did not mean to kiss you..." I said sincerely but was not guilty.

Her kisses were addicting. I could not help to deny its tenderness. Neko still had not responded and walked past me.

"Hey!" I called out again.

Maybe she read on my face that I still wanted to grab and kiss her. I heaved a deep sigh and bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling. Then, I chased her not to block her way again but lock her in my arms.

I hugged Neko from behind and was upset that she's trying to leave me, like someone I knew.

"Don't leave. Please..." I whispered under her ear. Her shoulders rose. I then parted her short hair to fit my chin on her neck. "Do not leave me. If you leave, I will drown myself again."

"Was your brain left in your mother's womb when you were born?" She suddenly replied, then elbowed me.

"Ouch! I'm being gentle here!" And I leaned on her shoulder again and looked up to pout at her. "It won't happen again. I promise. Just don't leave. Don't leave me here."

"And why the fuck would I do that? Who the fuck are you?" She sarcastically said.

"You revived me, so I wanted to spend more time with my savior," I explained and gazed at the horizon "Here on this island, I'm scared I might drown again. Except when I surfaced up with someone else. I think I'm tough again."

I slipped out of my embrace and stared at her. Sweat dripped down my chest as I waited patiently.

She suddenly turned around and took a step forward. I backed away at her burning gaze. She then forwarded again. I stepped backward for the second time.

Her eyes were monster-like and swallowing me. Even the sand felt my trembling knees. And in a flash, my face spewed out again.

"Do you want to fucking die, huh?!" She shouted defiantly.

"What-"

"Look there!" She pointed to the sea, and like a puppy, I followed.

I rubbed my left cheek as I complained. "That hurts. Are you c-crazy?"

"It hurts?" She then sat down next to me and took off her jacket. I stared at what she was doing as she wrapped it around my shoulders.

"You're crazy ..." I whispered.

"Huh?" She looked at me with confusion.

"You punched me. And now, you're being nice."

She grimaced. "Just shut up. You reek of alcohol. Bad breath."

I glared and pouted. Even if it hurt, I still leaned my head on her right shoulder. Her lavender scent lingered on my nose, and that I almost fell asleep. Even the jacket she handed out smelled of fresh blossoms.

"Why is it so easy for you to end your life?" My jaw dropped at her vulgar question. Then, she took my hand and examined the wound brought by the glass pieces. "You have even fucking played with a bottle. Where are the remaining crystals? I'll fucking bury them in your palm."

"Do you seriously care, huh? Seems not." I rolled my eyes and tried to pull my hand away but she held on to it tight.

"It's just so stupid..." She said while fishing out a wet handkerchief from her pocket and gently wrapping it around my wound. "Next time, don't be stupid. It's because you're hurting. You got no brain."

"I'm not stupid..." I defended myself from this annoying creature.

"What has gotten to your mind when you charged in the water?" Her voice was reprimanding. "You wanna fucking die like that? Should I suggest another way?"

"Sheesh! I'm following that moon." Then, I pointed at the circular object above the sky.

"The moon?" She bellowed.

"It won't let me catch her." I pouted and, all of a sudden, laughed softly.

"The moon won't let you? Fucking absurd..." She growled then threw my hand.

"But it's the truth-"

I stopped when I glanced at her face. Something twitched in my heart when I saw her unhappy with my outrages. There, I rubbed my eyes and held back the tears that wanted to escape.

"The girl I like doesn't like me back. She's going to fly to another c-country. She's leaving me! What am I going to do, Neko?!"

"What the fuck! Why the hell are you crying?" She yelled in shock.

"I-I've wanted her for a long time since we were young, but she doesn't feel anything for me!" I wailed.

"What!" Her voice rose. "You're childish!"

"You're just saying that because you're not me!"

"Don't be so fucking loud!"

"No, I won't stop crying!"

"Then, taste this!" She screamed.

"Ouch! What!" I held my cheek in pain. "Y-your slaps are ... damn heavy."

I was about to fight back when the aura on her face changed. I peeked into her eyes, but the moonlight disappeared. She looked up to the sky, seemingly holding back tears.

"Neko..." I whispered.

I saw her wipe away the tears before looking back at me. When our eyes met, our closeness had eaten away the distance. We could feel each other's breath. Our noses nearly touched each other.

"What about you? Why are you here?" I asked.

Her silence had already taken a few minutes. She just stared at me the whole time like she was admiring the island.

"Are you okay?" I repeated.

"Hug me," she suddenly whispered.

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

She looked away, but I heard it. I just wanted her to repeat it. I then locked her in my arms. Her shoulders rose, shocked for a moment.

"Let me embrace you..." I pleaded. "Until the moon finally... departs."

In the middle of the sea, two damaged souls met. And I was one of those people who got wrecked. So this was me, surrendering myself completely to a lady I had never met before.

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