Kiss And Touch

**ISLA**
When we were done eating, Zero’s mom guided us to their garden. Zero’s father is not around since he needs to settle some things in their company.
“This is the first time that Zero bring someone—”
“Ma!” Zero cuts in when he equaled our pace.
I looked at him and at his mom, who was glaring at him.
“What? I’m just telling—”
“You asked for Isla’s presence, right?” Zero uttered as he pierced his eyes into his mom.
I wanted to get out of Mrs. Cohen’s grip because I don’t want to feel the tension between her and Zero. However, I don’t want to become rude.
“Did I—Oh… Okay, I get it. Sorry, sweetie, mom is just like this sometimes,” she let out a soft chuckle, “you know, this is a sign of aging. Anyway,” she pulls me again until we sat on the wooden bench. Zero then sat on the single wooden chair that are fixed on the ground by cement. The table is made of wood too, which really makes it alluring.
There were many flowers too, especially red roses. I bet; Mrs. Cohen loves roses.
“Anyway,” Mrs. Cohen repeated, “Zero told me…” okay, it’s Zero again. Now, I can’t help to wonder. And I don’t need to overthink. So, I just listen to Mrs. Cohen. “You’re already in college, right?”
I nodded. “Yes, m—er…” I paused. Seems I can’t say it.
Mrs. Cohen laugh and tapped my hand. “It’s okay. You can call me ‘mom’, besides your mom is my friend too, and it’s been a while since I’ve talked to her.”
I smiled. “I’m a freshman.” Okay, I can’t say that word, it’s kinda awkward, and it’s hurt me since I know that… what Zero and I had, for now, is just play—a game. We’re just pretending. We’re a fake couple.
“Oh, I see, You’re too young. You just turn eighteen this year, right?”
I didn’t know that this will be an interview. I glanced at Zero, and my eyes get a little wider when I saw him staring at us---particularly at me. I don’t know but I had the feeling that he’s been staring at me since we sit here.
“Yes.”
“Zero here is already twenty-eight, sweetie,” Mrs. Cohen said as she glanced at her son. “Are you sure you want an old man—”
“Old man?” Zero appealed. “Ma, I even look younger than those group of boys in college,” he said.
I pressed my lips and flashed a smile. He’s right.
“Really? At your age, you should already find the woman that will bear your child and start a family,” Mrs. Cohen said and I feel awkward because of it. I know Mrs. Cohen seems to smell that we’re not real couples but she’s pretending that she doesn’t know and doesn’t point it out.
“I am enjoying my bachelor days, mom. Besides, there’s no perfect one for me—because I, myself, are not suitable for that love thingy,” he replied and leaned on the backrest of the chair.
I want to laugh but why does a pang of pain strike my heart?
Maybe, it’s the truth that I can’t have Zero. That I am not the one for him.
“Isla here is available. She’s your girlfriend, right?”
My senses were back when I heard my name and frowned when Mrs. Cohen tell the most impossible things. Zero and I are not meant to be.
“Ma, I don’t do young. That’s child abuse,” Zero joked which makes me frown.
Mrs. Cohen laughed. “God, son. You’re witty but you can’t even accept your fee—”
“Ma,” Zero stood up and went closer to me, “let’s go,” he said to me and reached for my hand.
“Where are we going?” I asked as I looked at Mrs. Cohen, who was smiling widely at me.
The old woman nodded. “You can go. Zero will tour you around, I guess,” she said and laugh.
When I looked at Zero, his eyes seem to never leave mine. “Let’s go,” he uttered and dragged me gently. I glanced once more at Mrs. Cohen and I hate how she smiles as I can see the deep meaning through it.
I looked up to meet Zero’s eyes. “Where are you taking me?” I asked.
Zero looked down, meeting my eyes. Damn, he’s really this tall, I thought. “To my room,” he replied which makes my forehead crease.
“Why?”
Zero smirked as he glanced at me. “Are reasons required?” he asked.
I heaved a deep sigh and stays quiet. I don’t know what’s running through Zero’s mind. And I smell something fishy earlier. He keeps on cutting her mom’s words. It seems like she doesn’t want me to hear anything. I pressed my lips and tries to push aside my thoughts. It’s so damn hard to hold onto something that doesn’t have any assurance.
“We’re gonna take a nap and cuddle until afternoon,” he replied.
ZERO’S CUDDLE word earlier is a scam. Well, at first, he grabbed me by the waist and threw me into the soft comfy bed, making me place on top of him. Staring at his eyes, makes me drown in my feelings way deeper.
And I hate the fact that I wished that we were gonna do it one more time—and that wish was granted. Zero exchanged our position, me on the bottom and he on top.
If cuddling could be done like this with the man of my dreams, then I’m willing to stay in the bed all day, all night. But I know, this won’t last long. Knowing the truth that this will be our last day… together.
“You can stop me—”
“No, continue,” I cut in. I don’t want to hear him saying that it’s fine if I stop him. Why would I stop him? This is not the Zero I knew. That Zero will prefer to do it on his own will and way. But now, he’s asking me.
“I’m so—”
“Zero, please. Don’t make me beg…” I replied. He’s starting to pierce the knife he stabbed at me deeper. He’s hurting me with his reasons. Silly me, I don’t even know his reasons.
If me, being young, or that thing that he doesn’t deserve me, then fact those unacceptable reasons.
“Take me, Zero. Take me,” I whispered as I watched my reflection in his eyes. “You can have me—own me as I belong to you… forever,” I added as I cup his face, caressing it with my thumb. I saw how he closes his eyes and sighed.
I don’t know but it seems like he has a problem. And it affected the thing that we have. It’s impossible for Zero to stay calm—to stay like this. He was known to be a monster. So, what makes a monster looks weak like this?
I am sure he has a problem that he can’t tell the world. “I’m your girlfriend, right?” I asked and smiled at him. “Treat me like that then, if you don’t, then fuck me deep and hard like you always do,” I continued.
Zero parted his lips as his forehead creased. Slowly, his face went down and glanced at my lips. I pressed it and bite after, tempting him to savor it. And I know it will never fail to tease him because he suddenly claimed my lips.
It was gentle—his kisses were soft which make me feel hurt even more. Why all of a sudden? I’m still not used to this kind of treatment. It tore my heart into pieces. It seems like he’s making me feel that he loves me. His gentle touch never fails to make me feel that he cared for me—that all of a sudden, he fell in love too.
His hand travels into the side of my body as his other hand supports himself. His kisses went down to my cheek, leaving soft tiny kisses until they went down to my jaw… down to my neck. I looked up to make him comfortable.
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Near the ground, a kiss acts as the definitive barometer for a relationship. But I know, I shouldn’t think more than this. It might drive me to explore a stronger connection with someone exceptional or act as a caution to pull off when something just doesn't come naturally.
His kisses… packed with delicate nerve endings, even a gentle brush provides a stream of signals to my brain helping me to assess if I want him to continue and what could happen next.
His lips went to mine again and started to savor it passionately. Until he made a swift move, putting me on his top. I let go of the kiss and stared into his eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered and claimed my lips again, dragging his fingertips across the back of my neck, leaving a sensual and intimate feeling—and showing a gesture of affection. I know we’re attracted to each other but why does he have to be like this? Why do I feel like he’s also falling on me? Suddenly, his hand touches my bare thigh as the hem of my dress lifted. Now, I’m assuming… that he’s in love with me.
Zero held me into my waist as he gets up and leaned on the headboard. Now, I can feel his hardness, poking my center. Damn, I don’t wear cycling shorts.
He smiled at me while I sit on his lap. “Do you love to cuddle?” he asked which makes me frown.
“Yup. But the cuddle you want is different from how cuddle should be,” I replied and smiled.
Zero let out a soft chuckle which mesmerizes me. Damn, he was more handsome when he smiled, wholeheartedly. Whoever was his first love, she should be grateful that he had Zero. I knew Zero since I am six, Zero, eight? Oh, I forgot. But since I was a kid, when he was visiting my brother, he was sweet and caring. When he was in his last year in college, he started to be different. He’s not the same Zero that I used to know. He slowly turned into a monster.
And I have a strong feeling that it’s because of love. Zero doesn’t believe now in love and I know it has something to do with his past.
“Are you gonna stare at me?”
My soul went back to my body when I heard his voice. I sighed as I encircled my hands into his nape. “Hmm…”
“What’s with your silence? I’m your boyfriend now. You can tell me everything—you can demand me to do anything or you can do anything—”
“Can I really tell you something?” I asked, cutting off the edges of his words.
He smiled at me. “Of course.”
I heaved a sigh. “Hmm… I already changed my mind,” I replied.
Zero pinched my side which makes me scream and arched my body to the right. “Zero!”
Zero laughs and touches the tip of my nose. “You’re still a baby,” he said.
“No!” I complained. “I am already a lady,” I answered.
“Yes, you are,” he insisted which makes me roll my eyes at him.
“See…” he smiles. “Your gestures were like those ten years old kid—”
“Earlier, I am a baby, now, I turn into a kid. So, when we have sex, I’m already an adult?” I queried.
Zero smiled. “No, but when you get pregnant, that makes you an adult.”
“W-What?” Did I hear it right or not? “What did you—”
“Nothing. Anyway, do you want to swim?” he asked, seeming to divert the topic.
I just nodded in reply to control myself and not overthink.