If you Love me
1.
Zelman Clock
In most stories the first sentence would tell you what the story is like, but obviously not in this one. Enjoy the store earthlings, maw ha, ha, ha.
I'm sinking in a turquoise colored ocean, my dirty blonde hair weaving in the cold pacific waters. My eyes only open ajar. I saw only the crystal clear daylight from the brilliant sun hundreds, maybe thousands of miles away. My arm reached out as if prolonging for life, but just then a new hand fought to grab my own. The hand lifted me up as the last bit of oxygen left my mouth.
As my head reached the surface I could see my vision coming clearer from the light, but also hazy from the lack of oxygen in my body.
Abruptly, my head reached the surface as I gasped for air. Unnoticeably, I wrapped my arms around the boy who had saved my life. Still breathing heavy, he brought me to shore on the bay, and it seemed like hours to get there.
A quick cough slipped from my mouth when he laid me down on the sandy beach.
"Are you ok?" he exclaimed in a frightening tone. His hair was soaked, and the crimson colored hair concealed most of his pale face. Then, he raised his arm to move the bangs from his face, tucking it behind his ear. Then, I saw that he had blood red eyes, more beautiful than blood itself. I shivered and moved my body onto the tight, warm patch of his stomach.
He blushed and I wondered why. I looked down and saw that my top had disappeared in the ocean! It probably happened when that huge wave appeared out of nowhere. Though, fortunately my light blonde hair covered myself, thank god.
"So you're cold, huh. That's ok, I guess." He exclaimed in a sort of sweet voice. Like he didn't care about my topless body… I liked that... I liked that a lot.
"Yah, I guess I am, but you got to remember that I nearly drowned in the Pacific Ocean today." I shivered and positioned myself closer to him.
He blushed harder, "Yah that was a close one. Wasn't it?" He giggled as if he enjoyed something about that, then a smile creased his lips.
Then, he put one arm under my knees and the other under my head. "What are you doing to me?" I exclaimed worried.
There wasn't an answer until he stood up. "I'm taking you to the shack to find you a shirt, and if it's okay, I'm going to put you down in front of me standing face to face, then, twist around to my back side, wrap your arms around my stomach, and then I'll lead you to the shed. Is that ok?" He instructed.
I nodded it seemed to be a good plan at the moment... but pretty awkward.
Then, he put me down face to face, stared at me for a second then grabbed my arms twisted me around to his backside and locked my arms around his waist. My breasts were smashed against his back, but worst of all; I was flushed, bright red, from head to toe.
We stepped into the closed shack, went inside, and closed the door behind him. Then, he released me and went to dig through a sack of what looked like his clothes, while I crossed my arms so he wouldn't see anything. I think that's why he put me behind him so he would be tempted to look... if he hasn't already. My blushing left me thinking that I'd never stop, jeez.
He pulled out a white shirt with a silver cross on it, which appeared to be his. Then he walked over and handed it to me making sure to keep his eyes set on mine. Then he turned around and walked a few feet away while I put it on.
"Does it fit?" he asked in a sort-of anxious tone.
"Yah, it does, thank you. Um, is this yours?" I asked.
"Yes it is, do you like it, and can I turn around now?" he asked.
"Yes, you may" I said reverently to him.
He then turned and looked at the fit, "It suites you wonderfully, and my name is Zelman Clock. What's yours?" He waved out his hand to shake mine, "but I have to say that shirt isn't made for those..." he stopped, good choice, he raised his hand putting it behind his head. I knew what he was going to say, but I didn't really want to embarrass him... or me.
"My name is Memiko Katsuragi and it's nice to meet you Zelman, and thank you for saving me."
"You're welcome Ms. Katsuragi. Or should I just beautiful? Beautiful."
"Me, beautiful, not likely, not even close," my low tone made it hard for him to hear me well.
Suddenly my stomach growled and rumbled, I was so hungry.
"Hungry huh. Here I will take you to get something to eat does that sound alright."
"No. Well, I mean you've done enough for me and I couldn't have you do more for me. Besides even if did I'm not fit to go anywhere, wearing no pants, no bra, soaking wet, smelly probably. I just couldn't go out."
"How about I take you home so you can get ready in your fit way, that way we can go out?" he said, then his eyes widened as he realized what he just said not even meaning to say 'go out'. "I mean go out to eat."
"Yah I know, ok, I will let you take me home, just don't try anything funny, got that!" I smirked with a and if you do I'll hit upside the face so hard you won't feel it for ten minutes kind of look.