Fifty-two :First real kiss

He is a very good kisser, and an experience with him will never be forgotten and each time with him will always be memorable.

Wow, he is very good at tricking girls to kiss him.

This is my second time being his victim in less than two hours. An hour for a moment.

How does he do it? I don't know, but one thing is for sure, his charms are irresistible.

How did I lose my mind over him in a very short time?

Is he that obsessive?

We withdrew our mouths from each other to catch some breath as we brushed our noses over each other's and then we drew ourselves, even more, closer than before as we started to kiss again french kissing.

He removed his hand from my head and placed it at the back of my neck as he started to trace down my back with his index finger.

When his finger got to the hook of my bra, he traced it back to the top of my neck and down to the hook of my bra again, but this time he started to trace it around it.

Just then, I felt the hook of my bra being opened, I kind of but not really, tried resisting but once again, I was lost in the list of the ongoing french kiss.

I didn't like the idea of him opening my bra, but I can't resist the sweetness of the kiss either.

He successfully removed the hooks and slid the straps off my shoulders and pulled it down from the front.

Before I knew it my breast was bare and he flung my bra to the small rocks where our clothes were at.

He pushed me even closer to him so that my nipples were pressed against his chest.

We withdrew from the kiss, he bowed to have a look at my breast. He grabbed my right breast and started to rub the nipple with two fingers, giving me a very crazy sensation, and making me go wild.

And then, he bent down a bit, partially squatting, lowering himself inside the water as he lifted my breast and fixed my nipple inside his mouth and began to suck on it.

Is this what I have been missing out on?

Is this what Lizzy had been enjoying?

I supported his mouth from not slipping out of my breast by pushing his head closer to my chest and holding onto it.

He withdrew his mouth and it seemed as if he was going to remove my nipple too. He licked it for a while, as he started to pinch the other nipple and before I knew it he started to suck on it too.

I think he began to feel uneasy as he withdrew his mouth from my breast and we resumed kissing.

He lifted me and carried me towards the wooden semi-bridge and sat me on top of it.

He withdrew his mouth from mine, raised his face to see mine and asked,

"Are you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head and muttered,

"No."

"Are you sure?" He asked again with a concerned face.

I nodded before muttering again,

"Yes."

"If you become uncomfortable, let me know. Okay?" He asked while I just nodded with a smile without saying anything.

He looked around the shore, what was he looking for?

He saw my bra and nodded.

I think he was worried that he must have flung it inside the water instead of the shore.

I just wanted us to resume from where we stopped without pausing or it coming to an end.

I continued looking at him.

I just realized that I like him, no I love him.

I have fallen for him.

I never thought I would, but now I have.

He held my waist as he put his head on my chest, putting his face between my breasts.

"This feels like heaven." He said out aloud.

I smiled to myself as I was glad that he was having a good time with me.

"I always wonder why other guys like breasts so much, but now I know. It's one of the best feelings ever. Thanks for giving me this opportunity."

I just couldn't help myself but smile, he is so cute.

I held his head, pressing it against my chest.

Cold ran down my spine when he kissed me there. He removed his head and said,

"These are more comfortable than my one hundred and twenty dollars pillow. You have got the best body." He said as he kissed the top of my right breast.

He raised his face again to see mine, smiled and asked,

"Do you know it's illegal to be this beautiful? No, you are more than beautiful, you are perfect."

I just blushed without saying anything.

"Wait here." He said as he pulled himself up, climbed up the bridge and walked towards the shores.

He brought my bra, sat down behind me and started to help me wear my bra.

Thank goodness I didn't wear the white one, I almost did. I am wearing black today.

It would have been stained with my sweat with all the dramas that I have gone through today.

"You had your special meat and blood?" Raymond asked.

"Yeah. How did you know?" I asked, a bit amazed at the sense of his tasting ability.

"We just kissed." He said and laughed softly, as he joined the hooks together, kissed my neck and hugged me from behind.

"Oh," I said as I shook my head and rolled my eyes at the same time.

"Eunice?" He called.

"Mmm?"

"I am sorry." He said.

Why is he sorry?

He hasn't done anything wrong, or has he?

He didn't force me to do anything. I kissed him and had the pleasure of my own will.

"Why?" I asked with a smile.

"For not being here for you from the beginning." He replied.

"I don't understand," I said sincerely to him.

"I wasn't there or here for you when all this started. I would have stayed with you more, then I would have been the first person you would have seen when you resurrected." He explained it to me.

"It's fine. You are now, that's all that matters." I said to him with a shrug.

"No, you don't understand. I promised your family that I will always be by your side, no matter what and I didn't, I never did. I walked out of the room and went to a club the moment you were confirmed dead. I am sorry." He apologized as he kissed me on my neck.

I laughed softly and said,

"I have forgiven you."

"I know you have, but your family and Elizabeth haven't and they never will." He said in a sad tone.

"Leave Elizabeth to me," I said as I started to pat his hands that were around my chest.

"What about your family?" He asked.

"I really don't know but don't worry. Everything will be okay." I assured him as I lifted one of his arms, brought it closer to my mouth and kissed the back of his palm.

"Okay." He said as he withdrew his body from mine and sat down on the bridge, beside me.

He was still looking sad and I had to do something to cheer him up a little. I thought body contact would do, so I rested my head on his shoulder, reached for his arm and slid my fingers between his.

"Don't worry, everything will fall in place at the right time," I said to him,

"Are you sure?" He asked and laughed softly.

"Yes," I whispered.

"You are far way stronger than I am now. I should be the one leaning on you." He said.

"Is my head that heavy?" I asked but he didn't say anything.

He removed my head from his shoulder and laid down instead, putting his head on my thighs.

"This is better." He said with a grin.

"Ouch. Your head is heavy too." I said as I quickly shifted away from him, making his head hit the wooden bridge and the sound it made wasn't child's play.

"Ouch." He whined as he turned to his side and placed an arm at the back of his head.

Uh-uh! That must have been very painful.

"I am sorry," I said as I quickly rushed back to his side.

"It hurts." He muttered.

"Let me see," I said, as I tried removing his hand from his head, instead he grabbed my arms and then quickly slid one of his arms around my waist and pulled me closer so that I would lie on him.

"What about your head?" I asked as I tried removing one of my hands from his tight grip, but he seemed to be stronger this time.

How is this even possible?

I am supposed to be stronger.

"It's fine, don't worry." He said, the jerk didn't even notice what I was thinking about.

"No, I want to see," I said as I tried pulling myself away from him again, but couldn't so I gave up.

"I will show you later." He said as he gently pushed my head closer to his chest so that I would put my head on his chest.

"Okay," I said.

We just lay there like forgotten children.

As if we were the only ones left on earth.

But it wasn't boring, not all. At least, I was able to listen to his heartbeat.

It wasn't beating very fast like mine, it was gentle, slow and steady.

It was beating beautifully and peacefully.

The rhythm would make one want to dance.

He was warm and comfortable too.

I miss being warm. I guess I won't have to worry about that anymore since I have someone and people to always lean on, especially this hot-looking, attractive and cool jerk here, Raymond.

I could feel his warm breath too on my face.

It's actually the best feeling in the world, a cold-blooded creature lying on top of a warm-blooded creature.

"Eunice?" He finally broke the long silence, I thought he had fallen asleep.

"Mmm."

"What is it like to die?" He asked.

Is he curious?

Is he starting to show concern now?

Is he trying to make up for running away when I died?

"It's not something you will want to wish for," I replied.

"What do you mean?" He asked as he withdrew one of his hands from his head and started to trace around my back with his fingers, about two or three of them, not sure.

"You won't understand, even I don't understand. Trust me, it's not something you would want to know about," I said to him and hoped he wouldn't talk or ask about it again.

I really don't want to talk about it.

Because I only remember how it all started and what led to my death in the first place.

It was kind of his fault. If I hadn't gone out in search of him, I wouldn't have had to remove my sweater and I wouldn't have had to search for it.

"I am sorry." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's part of my fault. I should have seen you and told you before leaving." He said.

"No, it's fine. I didn't even think about…." He interrupted,

"No, it's not fine. Even if you have forgiven me, I still haven't forgiven myself and I might never."

He sighed very deeply after talking and then his heartbeat became very fast but soon slowed down again.

"How about you do that now? Because I have already forgiven you. How do you want my family and Lizzy to forgive you when you haven't forgiven yourself?" I asked as I was puzzled.

"I will forgive myself after your family especially your grandma and Elizabeth forgives me. It's only then, my mind will be at peace. I can't forgive myself knowing that they haven't. That's not a real peace of mind." He said again and he began to play with my hair, slowly whirling it.