𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 49. ~~

                Demilade forced himself to look away from her face. And her tempting lips. And he looked up at her wet braids and he take his hand back to his side. He just realized she had made the hair for quite some time.

"I think it's time you lose this hair." He said staring at the braid she made three weeks ago.

           Thanks to him, it would become rough and begin to smell due to the water.

            She didn't say anything not because she didn't know what to give him as a reply but because she seem to lose her voice due to how close he was and the intensity he used to stare at her.

"How does it feel?" He asked suddenly changing the topic. He was still staring hard at her. Different thoughts were crossing his mind. Though he was trying to put it in check. But he can't seem to move away from her. It's like his body won't move. He likes the proximity despite it making him have different feelings.

           And she suddenly felt cold. She hugged herself and she moved away from him. Her dress seemed to be floating under the water and she stylishly push it down.

"Cold." She answered when she was a good distance away from him. And she finally climb out of the water using the steps.

             And she exhaled deeply, letting out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. She stood at the edge of the pool to let the water drain down her body. The cloth she was wearing becomes too heavy on her due to the material and the wetness. And it was dripping badly with water. She muttered some incorrigible words to herself and she took off the robe.

               The cold breeze of the night hit her wet skin and she heaved a sigh. Who asked me to come out here in the first place? She thought to herself as she squeezed the water out of her robe.

            Demilade remains in the same position in the water. He had watched Lola force herself into the water as she tried walking to the edge of the pool. And at the same time, pulling her cloth that was probably floating under the water down. She looked a bit funny and it kind of amused him. She wasn't lying when she said she can't swim.

            She stood there for a while after she climb out of the water. She was letting the water drop from her cloth and her body. Then she suddenly takes off her night robe which must be heavy on her. And she was left in her singlet and what would have been a baggy short. But the materials were glued to her body tightly due to the wetness. She didn't seem to be aware of what she was left in because her thoughts were on the wet robe. She was busy muttering some incorrigible words to herself as she squeeze out water from it.

            He smiled at the sight of her and he climbed out of the water without taking the steps. He shakes his leg to brush off water from his wet boxer and he walked over to a pool chair and picks a towel. He went over to her side. She was spreading her wet robe on one of the pool chairs.

"Here." He threw the towel on her, gently. And he looked away. He just saw she wasn't wearing a bra and her clothes were sticking to her body. Gratefully, she was wearing a black singlet.

            Lola takes the towel from Demilade and she watched him frown then looked away. He was back to his moody self. She ignored him and use the towel to dry her hair and she uses it to wrap her body.

"I will get you another towel." She said about to go inside the house.

"Don't bother," Demilade said. "Let's go inside." He gestured toward the house. She nodded and she looked away from his body which was tempting as hell.

            His broad chest, the tall, strong legs, his six packs, his biceps, his beautiful tattoo. ... it was all making her stomach churn. She can feel thousands of butterflies dancing inside her and crazy thoughts running through her mind.