Hot Summer In California のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Outside the atmosphere isn't the one to call bliss. The darkness is here, and so is the light. My heart is heavy. A little sigh escapes my sullen lips as I move my gaze around, getting acquainted with the chilly breeze enveloping my skin. The palm trees are dancing gracefully, forcing a smile amid the sorrow, and I decide to join the calm swimming pool.I slowly take off the robe, without any frenzy, just calmly and smoothly. Again, the coldness wraps my skin, but my body refuses to succumb to its charm. Could it be I'm burning inside? I just smile, heading myself towards the pool entrance. I take the stairs in similar pace, slowly, getting intimate with the coldness against my feet. I love it.My body sinks unhurriedly into the depth, and I feel resurrected. I start propelling like a dolphin. Tears begin cascading down, yet again, making me speed my swimming pace to the pool end, where I flip back in the same manner. I just cry in the water, for it's easier to eve

Croissants, bacon, eggs, and a cup of coffee. What a morning! I smile from ear to ear as I sit down on the barstool, all alone in the kitchen.“Slept well, Professor?" A voice I recognize snaps from behind me.I cock my head and smile warmly. "Yeah, if you mean the three hours of sleep," I mutter and Malik laughs vigorously at the memory of last night.We stayed on TV until four in the morning. Cartoon, movies, and whatever that I fell asleep beholding was all that it took."Enjoy your breakfast, you need your energy after the swimming marathon you had last night." He winks and disappears.Smiling, I make my all to omit any ill thought about my recent affliction. My standing is still that I must go back home. And speaking of which, I should probably make a flight reservation as early as possible.I can't imagine how Sam's going to recoil about my decision but I don’t think I care right now. It’s better this way. I can't

Liam is now out of sight and I’m only thinking of him. I wonder what he is doing right now. Malik, Jamal, and Natasha are still around the grill, chatting over something humorous judging from their laughter.I have been oblivious of whatever Sam and her friends are hilariously discussing about, and only drop a comment when necessary. Sickly enough, Jeremy has been eyeing me and it’s uncomfortable."This house is so damn terrific," Veronica utters, her eyes batting around like butterflies. "Who's the owner?" she inquires while her boyfriend stares around snobbishly.Sam gives them a clear picture of the owner by pointing out at Malik's direction. She tells them more than asked when Veronica swears to have seen Malik before. Discretion is never in my friend’s dictionary."And are you the one riding his dick?" Jeremy asks Sam, and the two ladies laugh as though it was something beautiful to say . . . or hear.So disgusting.

"Are you deaf? I said let go of her.” Liam’s voice isn't harsh, but the threatening vibes it exudes is quite alarming."Easy there, bro." Jeremy releases me from his grip. "We're just talking,” he says and my eyes are on my wrist, faint finger marks accented on the skin."Don't call me bro, kid!" Liam snaps, his fists clenched as he glares at Jeremy with blazing eyes while pacing closer. "Are you okay, Kira?" He glances at me . . . at my wrist, too, and I nod like a little girl would.His jaw ticks. He pulls me to his side and I'm worried whether he has heard the rest of our conversation or not. I hope he hasn't. He then glares back at Jeremy, eyes dark."She told you to leave her alone, didn't she? Why were you forcing your hands on her?" He places himself between Jeremy and I, making me stay behind him. He’s tense.Jeremy roams around, like a tamed dog, holding his head and waist with either hand. I know he usually acts macho and a

I return to where I parked the car. I can't say I've had my fill, but I've quite enjoyed this Ocean drive neighborhood. Well, eventually I realized where I am during my promenading. I even had a pleasure to relax and grab a big bite of cheeseburger so cheer myself.And I usually eat a lot when I'm stressed.I'm about to hop in the car when the incoming call on my cellphone stops me halfway. I slam the door sharply before rummaging inside my bag. I clutch my phone and a hard scowl appears on my face when I find it's a new number. I swipe the receiver hesitantly."Hello?" I croak."Where are you? We need to talk.” A male voice snaps quickly, causing a shiver throughout my skin.And I could recognize this voice even in my deep sleep.”Liam,” I breathe softly."It's good that you know my voice by heart," Liam remarks. "Where are you, Kira?" he practically snaps at me again."Liam, please, no