Zin's point of view. (PAST)
Summer nights on the beach
That summer night, the sky was so clear that it was no match for any beauty of the stars wrapped up in moon light. The breeze kept the body cool, and the eyes expressed their adoration by staring at the sky without blinking. She was stunning the moment I saw her in a white tank top, blue torn shorts, and white sneakers.
A girl in her early twenties walked up to me and said, "Sorry."
She tucked herself into my bed and buried her face in my chest. Her hands were icy cold - gave me a slight shiver tingling feeling from head to toe, and she smelled like cherries dipped in cinnamon. Her hair was soft and had hint of tea tree smell - soothing yet gripping.
She clutched my t-shirt tightly, the ocean background sound quickly faded as she got startled by the sound of two men conversing outside the window. That brought me back, my immediate reaction would be pushing her away or get startled, I'm too wasted to even believe it's real. She must be running away from them—without moving an inch, I spoke.
"They are gone now." She moves away from me, she didn't had to hug me to get away from them. Not that I'm complaining.
"Thank you," she spoke in a low voice, fearing they could hear her from a distance. Now I could see her face again. I was right she is beautiful. eyes that sparkle , lips that are plumed and glossed, her eyelash naturally thick and curved, no make up on the face. If she takes one step back everything might look blurry. Life is cruel.
With every step she took away from me, my heart started to yell at me to bring her back and never let go of that feeling beside her cold body. She let herself out, and the beauty of the shooting star ended in a few seconds, and what was left was an unpleasant feeling of loneliness.
I am at a beach resort, they had a welcoming party, called in a lot of celebrities and models like me. I'm a newbie but I'm well financed so people gather like I'm some prince. Old ladies with weird kinks to virgins, jealous men to secretive gays they all want one or the other thing. I know it sounds obnoxious but it's the truth. I have been stalked and kidnapped multiple times, to forget fans who tried to take their own life if I didn't love them. Paparazzi's constantly on my back, sometimes they do catch stalkers though. So I was invited here and given a room to stay, balcony where I'm currently at is extremely pleasant.
I took a deep breath and looked at the open roof filled with stars. All I could think about was her perfectly defined body curves, which stood out against the white wall paint on the side, the way she walked towards me with her thin thighs and peach-shaped ass, and her long hair blowing in the breeze. And the way she wrapped her arms around my warm body, gave me a tingling sensation wherever our skin touched, and her glossy lips gleamed in the moonlight. I can't stop playing the same scene over and over.
The thoughts kept me awake, as did the realization that I had never felt such complete surrender to her beauty; if this is lust, it's on a completely different level than what I usually feel, not that I have experience though, I am still twenty one. The last I hugged a girl was when a fan forced themselves on me. That was traumatic.
I can't rule out the possibility of love at first sight, but it's too sexually stimulating to call it that. I'm already having difficulty remembering her; this is unusual for me because I don't get hard so easily. I don't have a problem; I just need a head start.
I slid my hands in the pants, my cold hands reminded her cold hands, it would be the best feeling if her hands were the one , I slowly jerked off thinking about her, I came once I imagined her face looking up at me and her glossy lips touch mine. I'm going to hell.
Finally, I can go to bed. I locked up the door and checked entire room if anyone else was staying. I hugged my pillow and went to sleep. The dream land filled with that girl cooking for me, swimming in swimsuit. After a few minutes, someone started to bang on my door. I was dizzy and opened my door without giving it much thought. The girl from before was standing in front of the door. Ah, I must be dreaming; let's sleep. I went back to my bed and rolled up with the blanket.
The girl entered, shut the door, and sat down next to me without a blanket. I ignored the fact that it was a dream, and it was still disturbing to look at her without covering her in that cold.
"I don't have an extra blanket; share this if you are cold." I stretched out the blanket so that she could use it. Stupid dream I kept mumbling over and over until I heard loud banging on the door—it was different from before.
"It's them; can you send them away like before," she asked me with teary eyes.
I was out of words as I realized it's probably not a dream and if I hadn't realized it I would have done something very wrong and walked towards the door and asked in a annoyed tone and a glare on my face, "What do you want?"
"Sir, we are looking for a drunk person. Did they come to your room? We are her friends." the voice of a man who looked like teenager and a man older than me quite and stronger.
"No, look at the time. People are sleeping. Don't disturb guests." I shouted but heard no response. They looked at each other and left knocking other's door. I closed the door and looked around , the room was dark, only the light from outside.
Ah, I must be going crazy because I saw no one in the room.
" Am I being haunted?" I spoke aloud.
" Ahem, I'm not a ghost," she said, standing next to the bathroom. That made me realize she was here in the flesh.
"Thanks again for covering me," she said.
As shocking as it was, I wanted to know why she was hiding from them." Who are they? Is there any problem?" I asked.
"Well, there is a problem, but it is something I can handle, and they are my friends. Nothing to worry about," she said.
She didn't make sense, and although I usually let it go, I can't when she is around. I have to spend more time with her.
" If you tell me your problem, I can help you. Do you want to stay here?" I asked.
"I'm feeling a little uneasy here."
"I mean, I don't know you well enough to fall asleep," she said as she stood still and stared at the floor. Her legs looked longer than before. She is right sleep next to me tonight is dangerous.
Of course, she can't trust a stranger, and that includes me, who just jerked off thinking about the smallest details about her.
"I'm sorry, I forgot about that. You can sleep on this bed, and there is room attached to this one, I will sleep there. You can lock both doors, and if you don't mind, I might need a blanket." I said something.
"We can do it," she said, smiling slightly. I took the blanket and the phone and went outside. I lied to her about another room; it was an open space with a single bed, and the view was nice with the empty beach and the darkening sky. The only issue was the cold. I tucked myself inside the blanket and dozed off. I awoke to the sound of cold air entering from the left side of the blanket. I heard faint but extremely sweet moaning sounds. I opened the blanket and saw the most beautiful face with her hair spread out, her eyelashes curving out, and her lips moving slightly; I couldn't tell if she was in pain or enjoying herself.
When I looked down, I noticed her hands tucked inside her shorts, and her button open. With a slight movement of her hands, she struggled and shook. Who is the biggest pervert here, me or her? I wondered.