Chapter 46

"Let's play a game," Nica suggested after our dinner.
"Not the spin-the-bottle," I massaged my temple, feeling a bit tipsy. It turned out that the wine I made into water was intoxicating, only two glasses but my world was spinning immediately.
"Truth or dare," she grabbed something inside her bag.
A transparent plastic cup with securely rolled papers inside.
"I have prepared these earlier on our way here. Every paper has truth and dare written on it. What will be drawn, that will be done."
"It's just like spin-the-bottle," Kiesha complained.
"In spin-the-bottle, you can choose whether to go with truth or dare. But in this game, you have no choice. What to draw, that's it. Besides, I will never introduce this game without a twist. . "
"Twist what?" Max crossed her arms over her chest.
"There is also, 'Call a friend' in the category. When you draw it, that means you have the right to choose a friend who will join the dare."
"Dare that right away?" I hurriedly snatched the glass of wine that Kiesha was about to swallow.
Of all of us, he was the one who drank the most before the real fun started.
I half-heartedly gulped it. Automatically draw the chisel on the face, after savoring the unpleasant taste. No matter how bitter, there are still people who are obsessed with this. Why is it?
"That's intense Gee, that's a big glass!" they complimented, except for Zi who didn't even have a trace of emotion on her face. He was just sitting beside Kiesha, silently taking a taste of his own bottle of alcohol.
We eventually started the game. I was the first to get pregnant. Truth immediately, I wasn"t even let to breathe at first.
"Who is your crush?" Max straightforwardly asked. Something that stopped suddenly in my heartbeat.
I was breathing just fine earlier, until she threw an unexpected bomb. There is another question, why is that?
"Is that still being asked?" Nica smiled maliciously.
'Please don't spill it'.
I silently prayed. I cannot bear the shame in case Zion finds out the truth.
"Who?" Max replied.
"Those anime, idols, and fictional characters!"
I simply relaxed. Thank you and that's what Nica thought was the answer. Otherwise I would really strangle the man.
"That's right. You know I'm only crazy about them, don't you?" I laughed awkwardly.
The scene was just embarrassing when neither of them agreed. But he still stared at me incredulously.
"Let's just proceed to the next person," I said after a while, then handed the plastic cup to Kiesha.
"Truth ..." she said in monotone.
"The thing you regretted the most?" si Zi. For the first time, it also kept pace with the conversation.
I thought he had no intention of speaking until later.
"I regretted being in a relationship with Zed," Amira's voice cracked.
We watched her grabbing another bottle of alcohol. But before he could even take it in his mouth, I was able to grab it and drink it.
"You're that drunk Gee," he yelled back, but Zion just took it too.
He stared at me intently, followed by a simple shake. Apparently forbidden to get drunk.
"Give it to me," I stretched my arm to get back the bottle.
Part of my system encourages me to get drunk. Even now ... I want to know how strong its influence is on the body. And this time, I want to remember every details.
"You're not allowed to get drunk," he replied seriously.
"Zi was traumatized because of what you did in the past, for sure," Nica laughed.
"Who would be happy if the woman you know formally becomes so wild?"
What?
My brows furrowed.
What do I do? None of them answered my question about it last time. I am so sure it will remain the same right now.
All I knew was that it was almost like a barbecue then, as I turned to the bonfire and humiliated myself by shouting, I"m the woman with the fight, I"m the goddess, I"m the star, shining in the sky".
Apart from that, they have admitted nothing else. Although obviously there is another truth hidden from the eyes.
"Just pull it out," Zion said as I reached for the plastic cup.
It immediately did as I commanded, without taking its gaze away from me.
'Call a Friend.'
Unfortunately and that's exactly what he pulled out.
"Whom do you want to be with among us?" I bravely asked.
He leaned back, eyeing us one by one. It rests its hands on the sand, causing the muscles in the arm to flex. Wearing a long-sleeve, but in my eyes the body was still very exposed.
I also immediately recalled in my mind the images starting to play out. I am not a naughty woman. I know how to control myself and manage my needs!
"Gee ..."
I was pulled back in reality. The look on his face quickly lifted.
"Huh?"
"I choose you."
Choose what? I-
None of myself nodded after realizing what he meant.
"Oh, don't even bother?" Max's sudden teasing.
"Huh?" after a few more nods you can quickly shake, "It's not what you thought-"
"What will you order?" before I could finish my sentence, Zi cut me off.
"We're going to make a bonfire. Get some firewood in the forest," Kiesha said.
"At this hour?" I stared at him. She knows other than anyone how I hate darkness. Done now, of all that can be ordered, that's all.
It's more of a punishment for me, just like what they did the last time.
"Game," Zion replied, standing up.
I don't know if I should be complacent because I have someone to be with or if it's still early I should back off?
"Don't you have a flashlight?"
"You have?"
"Shall I ask you if there is any?" I glared at him irritably, although I could definitely not see him because it was dark around him.
Only the illumination of the moon serves as our guide so that somehow something can be clear.
We were so stupid that we went here unarmed. Just walk straight into the forest. It was not thought that this madness might be even worse now that there is not a single light that can help to see the road properly.
"I'm used to this, don't worry."
"Why, were you a ghost before?"
"Are ghosts the only ones who have the right to get used to the dark?"
"Ah ... you used to hide in the dark, thief?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
I know I am sometimes really blatant. I once called him something and you are very sorry.
This is beyond my own will anymore, I never want to spill such nocuous again. But alcohol was messing with my rationality. It gives me the courage to insult again.
"Don't start me Neilani," he replied in a baritone voice.
It"s starting to be offensive. A few minutes from now, it will definitely explode. There are only two of us here, dark and far from civilization. He can do what he wants without being robbed. That includes making me shut up for good.
"Sorry ..." I apologetically said.
"Just act."
Silence ensued between the two of us.
For somehow someone can help. I also picked up the ones available for the bonfire. As he as it lasts is slowly drifting away. Something I haven't paid attention to yet.
It's up to him, as long as I'm here first. Because the exact root of the tree on which it stands became the center of the moon's rays. I felt safe here. Also, this is also where he will walk back to the beach. I'll just wait here and just pick around.
"Pssst!"
I was quickly taken aback and turned to the right. Where the poor gossip of who was clearly heard.
Other than the darkness, I could see nothing else. A fact that makes it difficult for the system to determine the source of sound.
Was it just my imagination?
"Pssst!"
It wasn't ... Someone!
I find it hard to think of this as just Zion. Hiding behind plants to intimidate. I clearly saw him heading to the other direction.
"Kiesh? Is that you?" I boldly question.
I couldn't think of any person, other than her. It often scares me, weakness in the dark is the favorite target. Sometimes when he goes to their house, he deliberately turns off the whole light. Then when he thought of sleeping with us, he would sometimes go to the window and wear a scary costume.
"Psssst ..." the sound got even weaker.
I feel it approaching, because of the slow but heavy footsteps.
"Kiesha what? Don't scare me! You're scolding me," I nervously grabbed a stick. Just try to get closer, even if we're friends I won't hesitate to retaliate, "All right, you're the only one who will feel guilty for doing that ..."
The creeping sound stopped. For a few moments, a strange cold air prevailed. Reason for others to think.
If it was Kiesha, she should have appeared in one call. He knew how weak my heart was at the thing to be feared. I once got into mental breakdown because of it, which had her worry for a week.
"Who's there?" I held my chest. The breath begins to grow heavier and tremble in growing terror, "Zion!" I called out loud.
It didn't matter if the whole resort heard the shrill voice. That would be better so that many can be saved.
"Zion Leander Pilvera!"
The approaching step of who became violent. Something that kept me going too much. I rubbed my face and just cried while waiting for the possible painful attack of not being able to figure out what kind of element.
My breathing hitched. Not because I felt excruciating pain on some part of my body, but because of a warm embrace. Given by someone I did expect to be here.
"Sorry ... It was just a joke," he whispered and subconsciously planted a kiss on the top of my head.
Instead of being upset, I cried even more. It's not anger, it's better to say that he felt comfortable because he was here.
I wrapped my arms around his waist. Tighter hugs were awarded back.
"Hey, don't cry anymore ..."
"You're crazy," I said as well after a while.
"Sorry," he pulled away from the hug to meet my eyes, "You'll follow right away."
"K-if ... you're doing this ... as p-punishment for what I said earlier. T-then, it was ... a suc-cess," I said, sobbing.
Repentance next drew on his face. It wiped away my tears with its thumb. He did it over and over, until his finger found my lips.
He looked down at it, just like the simple parting of his own lips.
"Zi," I said, almost a whisper.
Is it bad to ask for a kiss?
Of course I can never say that. Even though the system was so curious that he felt his lips again. Your longer, more memorable convergence.
It is not because alcohol had been playing with my gut anymore. This time, it was my own rationality who wanted the idea.
"Let's go back now ... You need to drink some water," he quickly walked away. It looks like it burned out suddenly.
"How come you get there that easily?" I change the subject.
"I told you I was used to the dark. When you turned around, I turned-" he shrugged the next words.
Then go back to the dark part to pick up the firewood. One by one I also carried my own findings on my arm. It's just a little, I can afford-
"Let me bring all of it," he moved closer to snatch the firewoods in my arms.
"I can do it," I quickly evaded. He was the first to walk back to the place of the group.
We walked back silently. None of us want to break the ice. It's better like this, let's talk more about what happened a while ago. I just want to forget ... I don't want to remember how frightened I am, how unpretty I look like in front of him.
Boulders hit by small waves in the distance grabbed my attention. Not just because it was different, standing alone on the beach, but because it seemed to be the only work of nature that had become the moon"s favorite. The light was directed here, the whole became the center of the spotlight.
I lowered the carry -ons and smilingly approached.
We can see our cabin from here, even our friends who look like little ants because we are still quite far away from them. Even so, I became complacent, as there were lights in some parts.
I stepped on the boulder and turned a blind eye.
The cold breeze is becoming violent. Dancing on the hem of my dress, messing up my previously messy hair even more.
I am feeling really cold, but I am loving it. I like its touches and kisses. I like how it made me shiver, but smile at the same time. I felt this, cause I am alive, it makes me feel human!
Zion ... Made me feel that way.
If it weren"t for him, I wouldn"t have realized anything else. If it weren"t for him, I wouldn"t have felt the feelings I thought were out of the system. If it weren"t for him, I would remain Gee without enough knowledge of the meaning of real versus life.
That life can never be solved using scientific formulas. That it isn't just about numbers and theories.
Feelings is also among the domineering factors of a person's existence.
"Thank you," I said out of a sudden. "Thank you for making me feel the things I have never felt before Zi ..."
It was weak, but maybe he still heard. Especially now apart from the natural noise of nature, nothing else can be heard.
Next I noticed its approaching footsteps. Moments later his presence was felt in the back.
"Spread you arms," ​​he coldly commanded.
My body seems to have a mind of its own. Even if the brain does not want to obey, it is too late to protest. I spread my arms wide, then immediately felt each blow of the cold wind kissing on my body.
I just got colder. But it also disappeared immediately when he wrapped his arms around my waist. I"m too small to be honest with him. So the chin that should have rested on the shoulder, found my head.
We remained on our position long enough to think that no one wanted to pull away. I love the warmth her body gives off. Is it wrong to ask that we just stay like this for life?
"Are you doing this to Martha too?" I asked when I suddenly remembered the image of the woman she thought she really wanted to take care of.
"Nope."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Cause you're cold."
One question one answer. That's just the way our conversation went.
He was really different from the men I once met. None of them can compare to him.
"Did you know I strongly dream of this scene with my wife? But odd enough, this thing came up first before the wedding."
"Sorry, I broke your expectation."
"Are you, you can't think of moments with the woman you want to choose to love for life?"
I'm becoming talkative to him again. Even if it saves money if you answer.
"Not in my wildest dream."
"You don't want to get married? Or don't you want to lead the course of destiny?"
None of myself turned my body towards it. Just curious about the emotion reflected in his eyes. I see none, other than a sardonic gaze of either rage or pleasure.
His hands moved to my back. There are a few letters shown here that I can't follow. But I am so sure it starts with 'I'.
Both became the center of our vision of each other's lips. Moments later, he slowly brought his face closer to mine. As the fingers simply traced my shoulder, up to my cheek.
He caressed my cheek in a gentle manner. So with his other hand that is now trailing through my waist up to the side of my breast, sending tingling sensation.
My mouth fell slightly open. One opportunity he used to claim it in full.
He's kissing me ...
He was kissing me!
And this time it's no longer just a simple confession of two lips.
He was kissing me torridly. Torrid enough that had me in trouble at following its pace.
I don't know anyone in this field. Contrary to him who in every hold and move is obviously very skilled.
We are both gasping for air, after he pulled away. I could clearly see how in a flash the fire had replaced the look it had lately seemed lifeless.
"Open you mouth, so I could kiss you better," he said huskily.
"I don't know-"
Even though I hadn't finished what to say, he claimed my lips again. This time, the kiss is more passionate, searching, teasing, flirting, flirting.
He was skillfully moving his lips and tongue inside me. While the hands are everywhere. Concurrent with fury, it seems to compete. It was as if there was a pass to vent all the longing that had accumulated in the chest.
I was an empty-headed amateur earlier. But I now, I feel a total change. My lips are in sync with its movement. Just like he was looking for it, at the same time the heat of what was going on throughout the system.
I tiptoed, giving him more acess to me.
As our kiss deepened, it seemed that the surroundings became brighter. The moon is giving us more spotlight. The cold wind had nothing to do with our warmth anymore. The yell of nature, I couldn't hear it no more. Every touch of the lips and the first growl of the two of us only disturbed my hearing.
His hand finally found my breast. He squeezed it, summoning foreign pleasure through the deepest part of my system.
Oh my God!
What are these feelings of mine? Why is it like this? And why can't I help myself get away from this?
He was curse I don't want to get off me. The only kind of curse I am willing to die for.
I could feel him, poking against my tummy. There is a part of me that compels this feeling. So from the neck, my hand went down to his chest, abdomen, and-
We were both stunned when the second time he slipped out of the kiss again.
He stepped back, sighing heavily. It ruffled her hair, biting her lip.
"Sorry ..." he looked away, "I promised you would come home without any pain," then he turned around and jumped the distance between the rock we were climbing and the sand.
He left me, dumbfounded ...
To be continued...