wondering if he’d eaten already. Well, how could he if she didn’t cook
anything? She knew he hated fish – it was something he loathed for. She felt
genuinely guilty about it, but he needed to learn that she was not his servant.
“Is she alright?” He asked himself in utter wonder. Then he
looked around, and the whole kitchen, from sink to the tiled Italian floor was
graciously cleaned. He scratched his head again, and all of a sudden, he
remembered finding his brown bag in the forest, on the island where he left
Mellissa alone. No one knew about that bag, except from Natalia. His analysis
led to a conclusion that proved she was there, spying on them. But he couldn’t
quite comprehend why she did it. It was out of her nature to do such thing.
Hunger turned to wonder as he headed to her room for an
intimate confrontation.
“Hey, Nat… are you asleep yet?” His fist slammed on her
door, forcing her to pretend that she was sleeping. To tell the truth, she
liked it as it made her feel wanted. She veiled herself as soon as she heard
the doorknob twisting. Every squeak of the door’s hinge made her heart jump out
of her ribcage. She shut her eyes.
“Hey… Nat, are you still awake? Please, talk to me. No one
is gonna hear us. Mom and dad, as well as Samantha are away on holiday to
Fiji.” Thom whispered quietly, cautious not to wake her up, just in case she
was already asleep.
Natalia, under the blanket, opened her eyes. She could see
his silhouette through the foggy cushion under the blanket. She wanted to give
in already, but the thought of torturing him first prevailed. She shut her
mouth, waiting if he was going to speak once more.
And sure he did. “I just want to let you know that I’m so
sorry for every trouble I’ve caused you. I-I didn’t mean to, but I guess that’s
who I am. I hope we’ll be friends again tomorrow. Good night!” Thom thought she
did not hear it, so he turned around to return to the kitchen and find
something to eat.
“Wait,” she called out, throwing the blanket away. “I-I’m
sorry too… I’m just tired so I did not make you dinner. Are they away for
real?” Her voice cracked, she was actually sick from tonsillitis and the flu
she caught the night she spied on Thom and Mellissa. But the tone of her voice
hinted she wanted him to stay.
“Yes.” He brightened up as if he’d seen an angel passed by.
“Oh, right... when are they coming back?”
“Ummm…” he paused, thinking about her question. “I don’t
actually know, sorry. By the way, did you happen to be at the Kiara Island
where Mellissa and I went out? Because I saw my bag in the forest after, you
know what happened next right?”
Natalia’s eyebrows crossed, pretending she did not know what
he was talking about. Her puzzled face gave him an impression that she did not
know what he was saying.
“You know… the shape-shifting thing that happened to me?”
Thom spoke again.
“Aaah… right. No, I remember handing you the bag, but I
didn’t go to that island. There’s no way…” Then she looked away and studied the
painting beside her bed.
He knew she was lying. He could hear every gulf she took as
she studied Venus De Milo’s portrait. Without a doubt, he sensed that
she saw what happened between him and Mellissa in that tiny shack he almost
wrecked apart. He stood there like a stone statue, analyzing Natalia’s
features, smell, and most of all, her deepest emotion he’d been ignoring since
he discerned that inevitable attraction between them. Although he tried his
best to hide it, his lust over her flesh cannot be hidden forever. Sooner or
later, she’d find out – but what would he do if he ascertained she liked him
too? What about their parents who raised her like their own? The real danger
might just be round the corner – unforeseen by anyone.
Thom abolished the silence between them. “Nat, would you
like to have lunch
anything? She knew he hated fish – it was something he loathed for. She felt
genuinely guilty about it, but he needed to learn that she was not his servant.
“Is she alright?” He asked himself in utter wonder. Then he
looked around, and the whole kitchen, from sink to the tiled Italian floor was
graciously cleaned. He scratched his head again, and all of a sudden, he
remembered finding his brown bag in the forest, on the island where he left
Mellissa alone. No one knew about that bag, except from Natalia. His analysis
led to a conclusion that proved she was there, spying on them. But he couldn’t
quite comprehend why she did it. It was out of her nature to do such thing.
Hunger turned to wonder as he headed to her room for an
intimate confrontation.
“Hey, Nat… are you asleep yet?” His fist slammed on her
door, forcing her to pretend that she was sleeping. To tell the truth, she
liked it as it made her feel wanted. She veiled herself as soon as she heard
the doorknob twisting. Every squeak of the door’s hinge made her heart jump out
of her ribcage. She shut her eyes.
“Hey… Nat, are you still awake? Please, talk to me. No one
is gonna hear us. Mom and dad, as well as Samantha are away on holiday to
Fiji.” Thom whispered quietly, cautious not to wake her up, just in case she
was already asleep.
Natalia, under the blanket, opened her eyes. She could see
his silhouette through the foggy cushion under the blanket. She wanted to give
in already, but the thought of torturing him first prevailed. She shut her
mouth, waiting if he was going to speak once more.
And sure he did. “I just want to let you know that I’m so
sorry for every trouble I’ve caused you. I-I didn’t mean to, but I guess that’s
who I am. I hope we’ll be friends again tomorrow. Good night!” Thom thought she
did not hear it, so he turned around to return to the kitchen and find
something to eat.
“Wait,” she called out, throwing the blanket away. “I-I’m
sorry too… I’m just tired so I did not make you dinner. Are they away for
real?” Her voice cracked, she was actually sick from tonsillitis and the flu
she caught the night she spied on Thom and Mellissa. But the tone of her voice
hinted she wanted him to stay.
“Yes.” He brightened up as if he’d seen an angel passed by.
“Oh, right... when are they coming back?”
“Ummm…” he paused, thinking about her question. “I don’t
actually know, sorry. By the way, did you happen to be at the Kiara Island
where Mellissa and I went out? Because I saw my bag in the forest after, you
know what happened next right?”
Natalia’s eyebrows crossed, pretending she did not know what
he was talking about. Her puzzled face gave him an impression that she did not
know what he was saying.
“You know… the shape-shifting thing that happened to me?”
Thom spoke again.
“Aaah… right. No, I remember handing you the bag, but I
didn’t go to that island. There’s no way…” Then she looked away and studied the
painting beside her bed.
He knew she was lying. He could hear every gulf she took as
she studied Venus De Milo’s portrait. Without a doubt, he sensed that
she saw what happened between him and Mellissa in that tiny shack he almost
wrecked apart. He stood there like a stone statue, analyzing Natalia’s
features, smell, and most of all, her deepest emotion he’d been ignoring since
he discerned that inevitable attraction between them. Although he tried his
best to hide it, his lust over her flesh cannot be hidden forever. Sooner or
later, she’d find out – but what would he do if he ascertained she liked him
too? What about their parents who raised her like their own? The real danger
might just be round the corner – unforeseen by anyone.
Thom abolished the silence between them. “Nat, would you
like to have lunch
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