Chapter 42

He smiles. Damn that smile! He might as well be the god of the sea. I lift my hand slowly from the water, where I am almost fully buried, to his face to confirm whether he is really a human. He didn't move an inch; he just stood still until our flesh came into contact. He is fresh. He is still dripping wet, but he is so hot. Talk of people with exemplary, amazing looks! He is a beauty god. And these lips, oh shieet! They are so tempting. He is altogether tempting. Why do you look so sweet, Mr. Stranger? I would like to know how it would feel to be kissed by these beautiful lips. What would the kiss taste like? Honey? Chocolate? Vanilla? And how would it feel?

As if driven by a spirit, I lean in, and in, and in, until there is no gap left between our lips anymore. That contact between our lips makes me want to melt. His warm breath sent electric waves all over my body. I brush his lips with mine. So soft. My hands stretch to his body, landing on his stomach, and they freely mov