She held him down and kissed him again, on his forehead, his cheek, his neck. He sat back up again and had his arms around her waist. She traced the back of her finger along the bridge of his nose, reaching the tip of it, she playfully tapped two times as if it was fragile as glass. "The thing I don't like about hooking up is because I'm really insecure of my body," she whispered. There was a minute of stillness before he blinked, as if he was searching desperately in the sound of the rain for words he could say. She looked away, feeling as though his silence had made her heart twitch for a second or more. He bit his own teeth when he noticed the slight disappointment in her eyes that she accidentally gave away. The muscles around his jawbone were tightened and his incredible jawline made him look even more attractive than he already was.
"Put your arms around my neck," he said. He carried her to the room, settled her on his bed and took off her clothes. Both of their bodies, against each other beneath the sheets, passionately exchanging the different temperature of warmth. She could hear his heart pounding viciously like the rhythm of her favorite Breathe Carolina song, Hit and Run. She felt him breathing into her ear as he opened his mouth and whispered, "What I think is, you don't have to feel insecure of your body. You are amazing. You are exactly what I want."
He tightened his grip on her legs as he ran his lips from her neck down to her collarbone. Her short moans were almost inaudible but he did not miss any of them as they were humming to each of the times when he pressed his full lips against her breasts and sucked on her nipples hardly. She felt his breath warming her whole body and it felt exceptionally arousing when he exhaled on those lips between her legs. The bed sheet got wetter as he went on making out with her lower body. He looked up to see her hands pulling the bed sheet on both sides, "I'm in love," he said to her as he got back up to kiss her on the forehead, "you're amazing."
The dim light in his bedroom was slightly blinding her, but isn't it the best part - letting lips do what hands do, letting hands do what eyes do? He slid inside of her, feeling like he was tightly wrapped up in her love. The rain outside got heavier just like their breathing, their hearts beat faster as they felt closer to each other than to the world outside of this little house, on Lamma Island, that she had no idea how she ended up in. She didn't care - she was there, she was high, and she was in love, with this rare moment of isolation distancing her away from the flashing neon lights back in the city that always slipped their way through her curtains at night. "Do you like that?" He smiled and asked.
"I like you," her soft voice came out like the tunes nymphs would listen to in the Kingdom above the clouds. It could never rain in the bedroom but they were surely bringing on the thunder inside. She crouched on the pillow while she was bending over for him. If there was a hurricane here in his room, it would be named after him for the mess he had made of her, both inside and out. Their bodies pounded against each other until it was late into the night.
The thin ray of light seeped through his curtains and shed upon the books on his desk. It had stopped raining and the sound of the sparrows jumping here and there, shaking the leaves on the branches, woke her up from her sound sleep. She walked on tip-toe out of the bedroom to collect her underwear and clothes that were laying on the floor. It was daybreak when she went out to catch the first ferry home and it was heartbreak when he woke up to the empty spot next to him on the bed. If there were names for each time it rained, he would name last night's after her.
