3 That night

The couple's moaning was heard again.

"Um .. don't care about them, pretending that you didn't hear that," he muttered softly, with a flushed face.

I shook my head, holding back the turmoil in my chest.

"go into your room and sleep," but I didn't think I want to sleep that night.

You've opened my bedroom door, told me to come in, but... I even blocked the door that you will close after leading my body to enter...

I didn't want to be alone without you, I ignored your orders, I want to fulfill the desires in my heart.

I was standing in front of the open door, only half. He also stood up and fell silent. We faced each other between the remaining gaps in the door.

"It's late at night, later someone in the rental room will see you and worry, go to sleep," I shook my head, refusing your request.

I grabbed your arm in a fast motion. I didn't know, what comes out of your mouth next, I didn't want these scenes, then no one will see us right? no one asking or worries, Why was a girl like me, spending the night with a guy in the hallway of the rental room? I closed the door quickly.

This door has become a barrier if anyone passes.

He was standing still in front of me and me too! room's atmosphere felt a little different, the two of us stood up, facing each other with an awkward feeling.

very awkward. The voice of the perverted couple from the next room was heard again. It seems they are sharing an intimate kiss. Maybe it has gone on to the next level.

It was clear that the voice sounded in the ear. I stifled laughter with a heated face. Seriously!

Their voices again! Again and again!

Why are these walls so thin. So that all voices can be heard clearly.

Their voices gave me goosebumps.

The flowing blood was hot and began to boil. Not to mention the existence of the young man who was standing in front of me now.

It was as if we were eavesdropping on a scene from an adult movie together. It felt so awkward. The room temperature should be cold with AC but why does my body even feel hot, hotter.

"I, I'm Mario, She, she .." He scratched the nape of his neck. He tried to lift his head slowly that now I could see, his red face, a face like a boiled crab.

"Her name is Sofia, she .. she is my cousin, she is .. ah!" He looks frustrated.

Mario tried hiding his face. He was already very embarrassed, his behavior looked stiff.

His attitude made my lips smile. His stammering sentence, made me understand, he was trying to calm himself down, he felt nervous and uncomfortable with me.

He noticed the smile on my lips. The awkward atmosphere in this room slowly diminished.

Slowly his eyes began, dare to look at me, he has started approaching me.

With his body slightly bent. His hand reached my shoulder-length hair. He combs my hair gently with his finger. Very soft and feels warm to my chest.

My heart was racing fast and faster.

My face suddenly turned tense and this room was getting hotter. What are you doing?

My eyes glanced at his fingers that were gently stroking my head. You made my feelings vibrated. You had to make me lost my mind even more.

I tilted my head. Responding and looking at his face, his height was quite far compared to mine.

Of course, I feel very nervous, Even though I feel nervous but I want to see his face that night.

His face was very handsome. Her black hair, sharp eyes, red lips, and pointed nose. He was so charming in my eyes.

His eyes stared into my eyeballs. I can feel his breath against the skin on my face. Because now our faces are getting closer. Her warm, heavy breath touched my skin, over and over.

"I, I feel, I want you tonight, Bey. " He said my name in her soft, Murmered voice. His face flushed red, his lips parted small.

His voice softly tickles my ears. Your touch, your whisper, it all gives me chills.

His hands reached my neck and ears. The warmth from his palms spread across my body. His touch created a violent ripple through my burning hot blood.

His nose touched mine. His breathing was getting warmer and irregular.

I can't help myself. His face was so close to mine. Until my eyes can only highlight his slightly open lips.

His warm breath makes the thin skin even more seductive, pinkish and looks seductive.

I tightened the grip on his wrist. He stopped combing my hair. His eyes stared sharply but I was unable to meet that stare. My eyes wilted seeing the firm lines of the muscle in his neck.

His lips were trembling as if burning my desire. My breath was no longer regular. Likewise him, it seems.

I lifted my leg a little. Tiptoe. Our breaths are colliding. Now I can feel his warmth and the soft lips. My blood feels hot running down every corner of my body.

The sense that was the first time I felt. The taste was beautiful. Feelings out of control, all mingled into one.

Made these gentle kisses continued, felt each other's touched, very slowly and carefully. Ahh. I love this first kiss!

His lips are still moving slowly over mine. Now he slightly opened his lips, leaving everything moist and warm, soft and delicious. I didn't know what should I said. I keep following the movements of his lips, which unite us instinctively.

His hand that feels light on my neck feels warm, touching the sensitive skin area.

The movement of his hands was very smooth, making the hair on my neck bristled. My soul flying with him.

Slowly I opened my eyes. His face was very close. His lips parted, holding back a chuckle, I smiled. His hands touched my cheeks, stroking gently. He pinched softly with exasperation.

"I like you, Bey," he said "I'm in love with you." You made my heart fly fast as if it was about to come off.

I felt like screaming, jumping, "Me too .." I replied quickly without needing to think again.

I didn't know him yet but I believed that I like him. Love that I can't control. A feeling that makes the chest tight. Making me uncontrolled my behavior.

I like you, I fell in love with you since that day. The day I saw you so dazzling.

Mario lifted my hair. Make my shoulders clear to see. He touched it gently. His lips landed on the crook of my shoulder blades. Continued.. his lips kissed along my shoulder.

I felt his warm wet lips touch my skin. I can only accept, designed to endure the turmoil in the chest.

I bitting my lip, I didn't want to let out a sigh like the sound in the next room.

It feels warm and makes my footrests like floating. This leg suddenly relaxed, Mario led me to sit on the sofa and I followed him.

I tilted my head, maybe to make Mario's movement easier. He still kissed my neck slowly but refused to stop, making my whole body goosebumps.

This was the taste, the strange taste. Heady taste.

Mario continues kissing me on the shoulder and neck. Until the lips touch my earlobe, ah it's too amusing. Make my heart swing like it's about to break.

I can't help but feel the sensation of touching his soft lips. I slightly away from my head, avoiding. Makes him stop and stared at my blushing face.

"Why?" he whispered

His low voice pierced my ear. Makes a wonderful tingling feeling. I absorbed his voice, enjoyed the taste he gave, I could only hold back a shy smile.

The touch, the kiss, and the whisper, all destroy me. I like you, Mario.

His hands embraced me. Hugging tight. I patted his back slowly in return for the tight hug that was stifling my chest.

Ah, you make me fly and get out of control. Why can you do all this? Was this Love.

Love at first sight? Could it be, I just don't want you to leave me. I've fallen in love with you too much. Until my mind seems knocked out with our hot kiss.

"I like you, Bey," he repeated in a blurry, shaky voice

"I can't help myself when I see you,"

Mario stretched his arms so I could see his flushed face and changing expression.

The face that dissolved in the kiss earlier, now changed with a cold expression. He seems to have sadness, why? his face changed drastically like this.

I was still silent and watching Mario's face. He seemed to hold something back, I didn't know why His face looked unhappy, different from mine, different from earlier. What was wrong?

He immediately got up from a sitting position facing me. His hand reached for the backpack which was placed on the side of the sofa.

01.00 that night.