Herbal tea recipe

Aron POV

What happened to her? I had never seen her so terrified before. She only got so scared when she had panic attacks, remembering her uncle Joe, so why was she afraid so suddenly today? She keeps saying that someone on this island is always watching us and following us around.

Why is she feeling that way? Did she have some kind of mental illness? I don't think she has any problems. Her mind seems to be in good health. Then why is she making jokes about Uncle Joe's passing with me? I saw that man just one month ago, and he seems healthy and fine. When he saw me outside Sara's house, why did he flee?

Before I could inform her about the incident, she made fun of me and said that she had killed Uncle Joe. Aron, please come inside the house. What are you doing there? Her voice interrupted my internal conversation. I took the dried, red-painted wooden piece and considered using it to further tease her. When I touched the wood, it held my fingerprints.

How on earth is it possible that the paint hasn't dried yet? How is it possible that this paint is still so fresh when my dad brought a painter here to this island a month ago? Does that mean Sara was right—there is someone else present on this island besides us? I looked around with suspicion.

"I'm going swimming, Aron." She invited me again.

After placing that wood on the ground, I exited the storeroom. To find a spot to hide, she asked me to count to one hundred while she was running in the backyard. However, I cheated a little by opening my eyes to watch her walk toward the backyard. I accidentally scared her by peeking through the doorway, completely forgetting that she had experienced childhood trauma.

Together, we went swimming in the large ocean and stood on the beach to watch the sunset. She constantly loves to have a close look at the underwater life; therefore, she asked me to explore the sea's depths. Since it was already night and we could not see anything beneath the sea in the dark, I consented to go scuba diving the following day.

I took her to the roof of the home after we found meals. She gasped upon seeing the hut I had built to surprise her.

"When did you make this?" She looked at me with a confused expression.

"When you had been sleeping during the flight." I gave her a gentle lip kiss.

"However, how did you find out that I preferred to sleep in this kind of environment?" She questioned me.

"You are like an open book, Mrs. Finge, so finding out about you isn't that difficult." Observing her perplexed expression, I grinned.

"Are we going to sleep here?" She cast a glance around her.

"Not really." Her adorable facial expression made my junior harden.

"Then what are we going to do?" She raised her brow at me.

"Well, it depends on you and what you want to do in this romantic weather." I turned to check the weather.

The sky is already full of ominous clouds and a chilling wind that makes our bodies feel cold because it is about to rain.

"I don't want to get a cold from soaking in the rain, Aron." She asked me to go back to the bedroom.

"Come on, Sara. I was hoping to feel the warmth of your body beneath the rain." I held her hand and stopped. She stopped at my insistence, and then I pulled her towards me and began to kiss her gently as the rain slowly poured down.

As the rain started to soak us, our soft kiss became intense. I took off her clothes and let the rainwater soak into her body. She unbuttoned my shirt and roughly touched my torso. When our minds were completely consumed by lust, she walked towards the hut, but I held her hand and stopped her from moving. She looked at me in confusion.

"I'd like to fuck you out in the open." I gently murmured in her ear.

"Right here." Her eyes widened in shock.

"Yes, right here, my darling wife." After bending her knees, I positioned my dick inside her constricted vagina.

"Sara, please bend; I can't fuck you properly." I asked her to bend more.

"My knees hurt, and I can't even bend." Since it's difficult to fuck in the dog position when she's on bare ground, I switched positions and fucked her in the missionary pose. Following her fuck in pouring rain. I hugged her and led her into the hut.

After I placed my arms around her body because she was trembling from the cold, we went to bed.

"Please don't touch me. Please let me go." She experienced another panic attack while she was sleeping. Her body began to tremble.

"Sara, open your eyes. What happened to you?" I checked her body by touching her forehead.

"Oh shit, she caught a fever." Her body was burning like a furnace. I took her downstairs and laid her on the bed. I'm not sure what to do at this point. Her health deteriorated. I don't have any medication or a doctor with me. I massaged her hands and feet to calm her down. She still trembles, though.

To reduce her temperature, I placed a damp towel over her forehead. Since she was shivering a lot, I put a blanket over her body.He will kill me. She was talking in her unconsciousness.

Oh god, please help me. How will her fever subside? I won't do anything like that with her if I find out that her immersion in the rain caused her to get a fever.

God, now what to do? Please show me a way. The cold wind caused her diary to drop to the floor. I picked up her diary off the floor and placed it back on the table, discovering in it the recipes for herbal tea.