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“You know . . . I know the world is unfair. You two have loving families while I don’t. You have bigger breasts than me. It’s okay. I can accept it. But what the hell is this?! You two practically hug the two most sought-after beings on earth! This is like! The height of unfairness! The helm of unfairness! I demand compensation for this injustice! You two should share them with me because that’s what friends are for . . . blah . . . blah . . .”
Zoe rant on and on while her eyes were sticking at Cain and Zhander.
Estela and I ignored her rantings. Our brains were determined to block everything except our lovers.
I was drooling, love-struck and obsessed like other girls.
I didn’t care.
I don’t care at all!
I ogled at Cain. The sexy lines of his muscles which constrict at every movement he made. His hair that was swaying with the violent breeze. His frosty eyes that were deep and focus. His expressionless handsome face without a trace of worry nor fright that any moment, the massive waves would crash him whole.
My heart missed a beat whenever I thought the waves would smash him, but he always emerged unscathed.
He’s soooo cool. 💗
A sense of overwhelming pride flooded me.
This is mine. All mine.
“Tehehehehe . . .” Estela and I giggled.
Our brain cells must be on the same wavelength.
Our morning was very productive as we sat there, holding our chin, ogling at Cain and Zhander, who was gliding against the waves while Estela flashed her camera nonstop.
The whole crowds gasped, and I held my breath when the two men went ashore, running their fingers through their wet hair while their other hand held their surfboard.
I swallowed hard when my naughty eyes followed the droplets of water down to Cain’s shorts and lingered in the area between his thighs.
Another symphony of gasps when Estela got up and ran towards them, holding a towel. Everybody expected Estela would give the towel to her brother, but instead –– she went passed Cain and into Zhander’s arms.
Estela tiptoed and personally, personally wiped Zhander’s wet face.
The audience stared with wide eyes and gaping mouth.
*sigh . . . Estela sure is daring.
Like automatic, the crowd’s eyes, especially the women, locked on Cain when they realized that Zhander –– was off-limits.
Now I knew why Estela did that. It was to mark her territory in front of these people. I should have expected it since Estela didn’t mention any plans to hide her relationship with Zhander.
Panic rushed in my veins when I looked at Cain and saw his eyes were fixated on me like he was waiting for me to bring him a towel to wipe off his wet face as Estela did to Zhander.
I was paralyzed and helpless. I wanted to do it so badly, but my mind was in conflict with my heart, and my body froze, didn’t know who to follow. As much as possible, I wanted to keep our relationship private, away from the public eyes.
I continued to hesitate while Cain stopped just meters away from me. His eyes have somewhat lost its luster as his expression didn’t hide the hurt and rejection.
Like a siren shocking my whole system, I grabbed his towel and sprinted into his arms, but Sophia beat me to it.
“Here.” Sophia extended her hand, holding a towel to Cain. Her eyes shifted here and there as her expression was all bashful.
The cold man didn’t even look at her. His frosty eyes were locked on mine. He avoided Sophia’s hand and walked towards me.
I think my heart was beating in my throat, wanting to come out, blocking the air and my voice along with it as I looked at the approaching man.
Cain stopped inches from me, and without a word, he bent his body, and my eyes shut closed.
. . .
. . .
I opened my eyes when the kiss didn’t land. I blinked many times at Cain, who was holding half the towel in my hand as he wiped the water off his face. His teasing eyes made me want to run towards the waves to drown myself to save me from this embarrassing situation.
I should have known he was just playing me!
Like my fingers touched something hot, I let go of his towel lighting fast and shifted my gaze.
Unable to remain standing on the hot seat and the scrutinizing gazes of the crowds, I stepped back as I stuttered, “I-I-I’ll b-buy some f-food.”
I stumbled on my feet as I made my way towards the food stalls, didn’t notice little Pluffy stood on his four paws and dashed after me.
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