Chapter 3

Sometimes I wish I had the strength and courage I usually have when my adrenaline hormones are in motion. With my heart stuck, I just do whatever it is to survive. I do whatever it takes to get rid of my fear at the moment.

Now that I see what I've gotten myself into, I wish my adrenaline would act on my heart too. I mean, why did I even ask to stay at his place? The centipedes were huge and scary, yeah, but I hadn't seen any of them on my bed. It was technically impossible to reach the bed since it was hanging, but I wasn't thinking, was I?

The attention I got after asking whatever it is that I asked is the most intense one that I had for years. His eyes scanned my body as if I was the specimen he was told to examine.

He started from my legs and my thighs. I can tell how he stopped at my hips. Possibly what he liked most about my body. My heart beats betrayed me the moment his eyes registered my chest, then my eyes.

I was supposed to look away. I was supposed to get out of this woody apartment, but no. I didn't. Instead, I let my eyes meet his. Those beautiful dark brown eyes became mine for a moment or two.

"You can stay here," He cools himself. "And you can use the bed. I will sleep on the couch." He coughs. Lord knows how much he wishes he was somewhere else. I could tell that from how red his ears were.

"It's okay," I tell him.

"What's okay?" His eyes. OMG!

"(In Korea) Checking me out," I give him a small smile.

"(In Korea) You can speak my language?" His smile gets wider and more comfortable. I just nod.

"You can speak to me in Korea and I will speak to you in English. Deal?"

He looks at the floor for seconds, "Cool,"

I step closer to the couch and sit next to him. His natural aroma hits my nostrils and to be honest, It's quite rare to find one as beautiful as this. I crave for guys who smell better when not wearing any perfume. Unfortunately, non have ever been mine even for a night.

"So, what did you like most about my body?" He almost spits the juice he just drank, struggling to sink it in.

"I thought we were done with that?!" He looks at me, anywhere but my eyes.

"Well, I am curious." I pretend to think while biting my fingers. "You definitely loved my hips."

I look at him.

"Thighs to be honest," He drinks his juice, now looking at any place and anything else but me.

"What did you like about them?"

"Well, let's stop this conversation, Please??!"

"Well, I guess that's enough for today," I sigh. And I completely forgot. I am talking to a total stranger right now.

"What's your name?" "My name is..." He suddenly gets stuck. What is he? A mafia prince? A criminal? An idol?

"Well, you don't have to say it if you feel uncomfortable. Still, we need names to call each other. Even if it's just for the night."

"I don't think we need that."

"The less we know about each other, the better. So from now on, I am going to call you sun. Like the sun," I point my finger to the sky.

"Why would you call me sun?" He smiles in disbelief.

"Because you saved me from centipedes, just like how the energy from the sun saves our lives in one way or another," I smile. "So what are you going to call me?"

He looks outside from the window. He then looks at me. "Moonlight."

"Wow! You just called me what you saw from the outside?"

"I liked these thighs under the moon, with its beautiful stars," He smirks. For another time, our eyes land on each other. A comfortable yet heartwarming stare makes us both smile in the end.

"I thought you'd feel offended for... You know. Checking you out earlier,"

"I was supposed to get angry. I usually do,"

"Why didn't you get angry at me then?"

"I enjoyed the attention," I didn't even realize we were too close. A bit closer than people who just met a few minutes ago should.

We keep staring at each other. I lean closer to him and allow my lips to touch his cheek. I lean backwards a little bit, this time feeling each other hot breaths.

"Good night," I whisper.

"Oh. okay, I guess I should make a bed for you."

"It's Okay. I can handle that much on my own." I smirk.

How long has it been since I've made myself too simple for a guy? Probably since my college days when the weather was sweet and less dusty.

This is the first time I've seen him, but just the sight of him smiling while at the same time, his hands shaking is just hilarious.

I loved the effect I had on him. He is a man, and he will see more beautiful women along the way. But for now, his attention is on me. On my body, my jokes, my talks and every little action I do around him.

I want more of him. I want more of his smiles, his laughs, his little nervous actions. Probably, I will want him as a man. I will want him to make me scream his name, and make love to me in every corner of his little apartment. I will want him to tell me I'm beautiful and touch and kiss his abs and chest.

Right from the bed, I can see him scrolling through his phone. Even the fact that he is using flip Z, the same one as me makes me smile. I can tell his fingers are long, and not slim. I can only imagine how shiny his eyeballs are over the light of his phone.

His hair breached blonde convinces me that he is an idol. That somewhere, people scream his name just by him, drying sweat on his face with his hand while his breathing harder is murdering people's innocence.

My imagination is driven to reality when he tilts his head and his eyes meet mine, passing a thunderstorm straight to my heart.

I struggle with the words I should say and unfortunately, nothing comes out of my head or my mouth. So I just take the white sheet that's hovering over me and cover my face with it. My cheeks burn from embarrassment. I could feel him smiling at what I did.