It felt so wrong. Oh why did she have to wander off this far from home?
She didn't have to but here she was.
And there he was. Arms spread apart. Legs spread apart. So tired. So handsome. So fast asleep.
The sun was beating so hot on the small basketball ground of the neighborhood lot but still he lay there. His face was sweating. Still he was fast asleep.
She swallowed hard.
This is so wrong. So wrong.
But then chances are chances. You never plan such things in life. They just come as they are.
And with that thought in mind, she knelt closely beside him so careful as not to jar his outstretched arms or legs. He was breathing deep and low. She stared at the up and down motion of his chest and laid her hand on it and marveled how warm he was, how broad his chest, the rising motion of his chest as it quivered her hand.
She took it back.
She pulled out her handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. Oh she would have wiped him all over if only the fear of waking him did not torture her so much. She had to content herself with his forehead.
Then her handkerchief slowly moved to wipe the bridge of his nose. His thick dark eyebrows, his temples, his cheeks.
She found her fingers linger in his lips. She could feel his breath coming out of them from her fingertips. It was warm. So warm. He is so warm all over.
Gently she traced the lines of his mouth. Please don't wake up yet. Please let me.do this.
Would it be a sin? Would she regret this? Is this all wrong?
She would be damned if she didn't act upon it right away. Didn't they say that once moment comes, you have to take it or the moment passes away?
She carefully knelt closer to his face and kissed him.
Gods!
So soft. She expected it would be rough. Just like the way he talked. Like the way he moved around. But she was wrong. Oh how soft his lips are! So incredibly smooth and warm.
She wanted more but it would be too much to ask already. It would be wrong. She imagined that he would smack her on the face if he found a strange girl bending over him and much more kissing him.
Would he really smack her on the face?
A sudden fear crept inside her. Then he moaned.
She was wide-eyed, she nearly fell back from where she sat.
"Sweet." He murmured.
Gods! He said something. She watched as he pursed his lips and returned to his deep and low breathing.
She clutched to her chest. He said 'sweet'. The kiss she gave was sweet. She could hear her heart pounding madly in her ears.
She knelt closer to him again and kissed him tenderly on the forehead.
"I love you. I"ve always been so inlove with you, if you only knew." She whispered softly to his ear. She smiled and stroked his cheek one more time.
Suddenly, she heard a chorus of young boys from the alley coming towards the basketball court. She looked at her watch. Oh no! It was 10:00 A.M.
She scampered and immediately left Sakuragi still sleeping on the grounds.
And there he was. Arms spread apart. Legs spread apart. So tired. So handsome. So fast asleep.
The sun was beating so hot on the small basketball ground of the neighborhood lot but still he lay there. His face was sweating. Still he was fast asleep.
She swallowed hard.
This is so wrong. So wrong.
But then chances are chances. You never plan such things in life. They just come as they are.
And with that thought in mind, she knelt closely beside him so careful as not to jar his outstretched arms or legs. He was breathing deep and low. She stared at the up and down motion of his chest and laid her hand on it and marveled how warm he was, how broad his chest, the rising motion of his chest as it quivered her hand.
She took it back.
She pulled out her handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. Oh she would have wiped him all over if only the fear of waking him did not torture her so much. She had to content herself with his forehead.
Then her handkerchief slowly moved to wipe the bridge of his nose. His thick dark eyebrows, his temples, his cheeks.
She found her fingers linger in his lips. She could feel his breath coming out of them from her fingertips. It was warm. So warm. He is so warm all over.
Gently she traced the lines of his mouth. Please don't wake up yet. Please let me.do this.
Would it be a sin? Would she regret this? Is this all wrong?
She would be damned if she didn't act upon it right away. Didn't they say that once moment comes, you have to take it or the moment passes away?
She carefully knelt closer to his face and kissed him.
Gods!
So soft. She expected it would be rough. Just like the way he talked. Like the way he moved around. But she was wrong. Oh how soft his lips are! So incredibly smooth and warm.
She wanted more but it would be too much to ask already. It would be wrong. She imagined that he would smack her on the face if he found a strange girl bending over him and much more kissing him.
Would he really smack her on the face?
A sudden fear crept inside her. Then he moaned.
She was wide-eyed, she nearly fell back from where she sat.
"Sweet." He murmured.
Gods! He said something. She watched as he pursed his lips and returned to his deep and low breathing.
She clutched to her chest. He said 'sweet'. The kiss she gave was sweet. She could hear her heart pounding madly in her ears.
She knelt closer to him again and kissed him tenderly on the forehead.
"I love you. I"ve always been so inlove with you, if you only knew." She whispered softly to his ear. She smiled and stroked his cheek one more time.
Suddenly, she heard a chorus of young boys from the alley coming towards the basketball court. She looked at her watch. Oh no! It was 10:00 A.M.
She scampered and immediately left Sakuragi still sleeping on the grounds.
