Your Favorite Actor / Reader - Part 4
There you were, laying in 120cm wide bed with your favorite actor, staring into his eyes and waiting for him to kiss you… or maybe not waiting for him to kiss you but definitely imagining what it would feel like and how it would happen. There had been plenty of flirting during the traveling and especially after arriving to your aunt’s island where you were going to spend one full week with the man of your dreams… and due to this harmless and not-so-subtle flirting your mind as well as your body were tuned in for some holiday romance.
Your breathing got shallower as you kept waiting for (H/N) to make a move and feeling his hand sliding across your stomach to your side very slowly. He had slept next to you last night and held you tightly against him so basically there was nothing new about this situation… having his hand on your body and feeling him drawing little circles with his fingertips while staring silently into your eyes. You felt (H/N)’s toes finding yours under the blanket and tickling the sole of your foot playfully… what a perfect moment… what a perfect opportunity indulge yourself with a little bit of summer romance.
Oh no, you did not want go there because if (H/N) kissed you, your life would be ruined. You would fall in love with him and then he would just leave… after few short days. You couldn’t let anything happen on this cottage because first of all you had promised your favorite actor to keep it friendly and you didn’t want to break that promise… and second of all… if there was something what you wanted to protect more from breaking than your word… it was your heart; you didn’t want to get your heart torn apart because you wanted to have great memories from this getaway, not memories that started great and ended up in a disaster. Therefore you rolled on your side, facing away from (H/N) and closed your eyes.
You heard (H/N) sighing and you were pretty sure that you had heard light disappointment in his voice… although you were completely sure that you were just imagining it. There was no way that your favorite actor, the hottest bachelor on the planet, would have wanted to experience a midsummer romance with you. Sure the setting was very romantic; you and he alone on the island surrounded by a gorgeous scenery… no paparazzi, no curious eyes… no one telling anyone what they should or should not do… you both were adults and it gave you plenty of freedoms to do basically whatever you wanted… besides (H/N) was dashingly handsome and very charming and you weren’t exactly ugly or otherwise an unpleasant person either… but still you were convinced that (H/N) was not looking for love and therefore you couldn’t cross that line with him.
The thought haunted you though as you lay in the bed, tightly held by (H/N) who had fallen asleep or at least was pretending to be sleeping; what if you just… had sex with him? Yeah… what if you just had some fun? Maybe if you didn’t, it would be one of those things that you would regret when you got older… that you wasted a perfect opportunity to bring your fantasy to reality. “It doesn’t have to mean anything” you thought and hugged a pillow tightly against your chest. “Just a little bit of fun… among two… single adults” you prepped yourself mentally but you knew that there was no way to know now how it would have been because you had rolled over and there was no way you would dare to make a move now. If (H/N) made a move at some point, which you strongly doubted considering that you had kind of rejected him although most like nothing would have happened if you had not turned your back at him, anyway… you promised yourself that if (H/N) made a move, you wouldn’t chicken out like you had just now. Oh no, you would at least try to go along and see where it would lead you.
But then again… you didn’t know if you could keep your emotions out from the picture and consider a holiday romance as a bit of fun. What if you fell in love with (H/N)? What if you made a fool out of yourself by imagining things and reading all the signs wrong? Yeah… you didn’t want to make this visit awkward for either of you because even though you were not completely trapped on the island and you knew that you could always call your dad if the situation got difficult or unpleasant… you still were somewhat trapped on the island with (H/N) and you had specifically promised him a nice, friendly holiday and you didn’t want to ruin it. You couldn’t ruin it so unless (H/N) pinned you against the wall and kissed you without your encouragement… nothing… absolutely nothing would happen between you and him.
- What are you thinking about? (H/N) asked because he was unable to fall asleep and it was obvious that you had not fallen asleep either.
- Are you cold? he asked before you managed to reply his previous question. “Your skin is very cool” he added and moved his hand, the one that was holding you tightly against him, from your stomach on your bare arm and he slowly ran his fingertips up and down on the cool skin making your skin get decorated with Goosebumps.
- I’m quite warm, thank you. you sighed and buried your face into the pillow that you were hugging because you wanted to muffle your erratic gasps caused by the soft brushes and the feeling of (H/N)’s warm breath on your neck.
- Did you notice that this setting is quite romantic? (H/N) whispered into your ear and you could swear feeling his lips brushing your earlobe accidently.
- No… I haven’t… because it isn’t. you whimpered into the pillow.
- Liar. your favorite actor chuckled into your ear, nibbling your earlobe a couple of times playfully. “Have you dreamed about this?” he asked and slid his fingers on your shoulder and moved to draw small circles on your collarbones and upper chest.
- No. you gasped, hoping that (H/N) would and would not stop because on the other hand you enjoyed his light brushes very much but then again you couldn’t go there… you couldn’t admit it aloud that this was exactly what you had been dreaming about.
- Are you sure? he asked and pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder, staying very close and brushing your cool skin with his warm lips. He pressed kisses along your upper arm while he tangled his feet with yours and wrapped his arm around you to keep you close.
- No… you whimpered and after a desperate sigh you continued by stating “…But I, believe it or not, did not have this in mind when I invited you here.”
(H/N) froze still and raised his head a little so his lips abandoned your skin. “You didn’t?” he asked with a confused voice. “No” you sighed and then explained that when you for example invited a guy to watch a movie with you to your place, you really meant watching a movie and nothing else. You were that kind of person and “I didn’t invite you on a Temptation Island, you know” you spoke while holding onto the pillow like your life had depended on it. “I thought that this was mutually understood” you stated and sat up because for some reason you didn’t feel like taking a nap anymore.
- Wait. (H/N) said when you got off from bed. “It was…” he continued with a somewhat embarrassed voice and then added “…I just got carried away.” He apologized and asked you to join him in bed because your skin was very cool and he didn’t like it.
- I must start preparing lunch anyway. you said and flashed a brief smile at your favorite actor before walking out from the room. You went out on the terrace and filled your lungs with the cool, fresh air. The rain had stopped and the skies had cleared partially already so you decided to wash some potatoes on the pier. You walked to the hole in the ground that was located behind the cottage, got the potatoes and found a bucket, a bowl as well as a vegetable brush in the kitchen. You walked down to the sauna, changed into your swimming suit so you would get a nice tan at the same time and after putting on sun lotion to prevent you from getting sunburns, you headed to the shore and filled the bucket as well as the bowl with water.
You started to wash the potatoes with the brush as you went through what had just happened at the cottage. You tried to find flaws in your behavior, had you given wrong signals without even knowing it or had (H/N) come here with certain expectations? If that was the case then you didn’t like it… oh no, you didn’t like it at all because then it meant that he had assumed that you were the type of fan-girl who would just get swept away with a couple of smiles and flattering words. If he had assumed so, it was almost like an insult especially because you had specifically pointed out that there was not going to be any… extra services included in the holiday package. No “happy ending” so to speak.
(H/N) rolled on his back after you had left the room and cursed silently at the ceiling. He listened to the sound of your footsteps getting more distant and quieter until they faded away completely. (H/N) scolded himself for being just a jerk; the truth was that he had not had any expectations for the holiday and he remembered you making it very clear from the first moment on… that this getaway was going to be strictly friendly and nothing was going to happen. This had been a thing that had surprised (H/N) greatly but it had also been the thing that had made him willing to take your offer.
Your favorite actor rolled on his side and accidentally hugged the pillow that you had slept on. He breathed in your scent and chuckled bitterly because the fascinating scent made him… well, not exactly aroused but slightly excited. It made his stomach get filled with butterflies and gave him a vivid memory flash of having you close… brushing your earlobe with his lips while tickling your toes with his… or-or… how easy it had been to fall asleep next to you even though you were a stranger! It made no sense that (H/N) felt so comfortable with you… and that you seemed to feel very comfortable with him as well… and then… like a complete idiot, he had ruined it.
(H/N) got out from bed because there was no way he could sleep now. He basically stormed out from the room, left all the doors open and jogged down to the sauna because he had heard sounds coming from that direction. He saw you sitting on the pier with a bucket between your legs and brushing potatoes with a small brush. (H/N) walked to the pier and after hesitating for a moment, he sat down next to you. He took a quick glance at the content of the bucket and then gestured you to give the brush to him since half of the potatoes were yet to be washed. You had put the cleaned ones into a water-filled bowl that was next to you.
- You should put some sun lotion if you’re going to hang out by the lake. you stated casually. “The bottle is at Sauna” you added and took a quick glance at the direction of the building by the shore.
- Alright. (H/N) said and got up. He changed into his speedos and spread sun lotion on his skin. When he was done, he suddenly noticed that the lotion had tiny gold-colored particles that were supposed to enhance the tanned-look. He read the description on the bottle and chuckled a little.
- So… May I present to you… Edward Cullen! he said when he returned to the pier and presented his subtly sparkling skin. You started to laugh and stated that there would have been the normal one as well.
- If you had just looked around a little. you added with a smirk. “Gotcha!” you stated victoriously.
- What? (H/N) asked with a confused tone. “You didn’t…” he said when he realized that you had deliberately left bottle of your favorite “golden tan” –sun lotion on the bench where it would surely draw attention. “Oh, you sneaky-“ he said and sat beside you on the pier.
- I suggest that you’ll choose your next words wisely, my friend. you smirked and then added with a playful tone “Because I am the one who is cooking today.”
- Give me that bucket! (H/N) stated and took it from you, placed it between his thighs as he let his toes soak in the pleasantly refreshing water and gestured you to give the brush to him as well. You pursed up your lips and after waiting for a few seconds with a defiant and smart-ass-y expression on your face, (H/N) stated that he was going to get the brush “No matter what it takes” he smirked.
- Fine. you mumbled and handed the brush to him. “I was going to take a swimming break anyway. Ha!” you stated, walked to the end of the small pier and dived into the lake with your hands and head first. You dived as far as you could and then got back to the surface, just to be greeted with the sight of an empty pier.
- Oh shit this is cold! you heard (H/N) gasping when he appeared on the surface.
- No… not cold. you said and splashed water at him. “Just refreshing!” you stated and started to swim back towards the pier, passing your favorite actor along the way.
- No… this is cold. he stated and rolled his eyes.
- I didn’t think you’d be such a sissy! you commented with a smirk and then asked “Didn’t you google Finland?”
- I did. he replied.
- Well, then you should have know that it doesn’t exactly locate in the Caribbean. you spoke and turned to look at (H/N) just to make sure that he was not getting in trouble. Yes, the water felt a little bit colder without sauna but it was not cold-cold. However you didn’t know what kind of temperatures (H/N) had gotten used to swim and therefore it was possible that he would get a cramp in his leg here.
(H/N) smirked at you and swam towards you with fluent strokes and when he got to you, he stopped to float right in front of you. You kept staring into his eyes with the water up to your necks, gently kicking with your feet to keep you from sinking under the surface since the water in Lake Saimaa had no salt and therefore it didn’t carry you as well as the seawater. “Maybe you should get out from water, if you’re cold” you spoke with a barely audible tone while drowning into the depths of his beautiful eyes. (H/N) shook his head slowly and stated “I am not cold anymore.” His voice was deep and soft, just perfect… exactly like you had imagined it. “See, like I said… refreshing” you sighed and smirked a little, but your smirk looked more like a fascinated smile.
You stayed there facing each other and staring into each other’s eyes until the water started to feel cold-cold and your lips started to turn purple your skin got filled with Goosebumps. “Look who’s freezing now” (H/N) stated with a slightly trembling voice because there were shivers running along his spine as well. “We should get out from water” you whispered but you couldn’t tear yourself out from his hypnotizing gaze. Your favorite actor got a little closer and placed his hand on your waist and from there he slid his hand on the small of your back. He pulled you closer and guided you and him to move to shallower waters because you both were running out of strength to keep your heads above the surface. “Or we could… share our body heat” he suggested and pulled you closer.
- Or we could just get out from water. you stated, staring into his eyes and then accidently shifting your gaze from his eyes to his lips. You parted your lips as a reaction and bit your lower lip without even realizing it.
- I think we shouldn’t do that. (H/N) said and shifted his gaze to your lips as well.
- Why not? you asked. “The potatoes-“ you stated but your sentence was cut short when (H/N) suddenly slammed his lips against yours. Your mind got baffled instantly and you just froze still, unable to either push him away or kiss him back. (H/N) took this as a sign of rejection so he drew back immediately when he realized that you were not kissing him, he mumbled an apology and then got out from the lake. You watched him getting on the pier and walking to the sauna to get a towel while you still stood in the water and tried to come to a conclusion whether something good or something bad had happened.
(H/N) sat on the pier and started to wash the potatoes, sometimes glancing at you as you were tracing your lips with your fingertips. You couldn’t believe what had just happened… but then again, what you had expected to happen… considering that you had been staring into each other’s eyes and standing so close for… what… five… fifteen… thirty minutes? You had completely lost the track of time and it was impossible say how long you and (H/N) hand been standing there. Anyway… considering that it had happened… all staring and (H/N) sliding his hand on your back to embrace you… what had you expected to happen? It had been like a long drum roll, building anticipation and then you had just gotten frozen! “What an idiot” you sighed to yourself and splashed water with your hand as an involuntary reaction.
- I said I’m sorry. (H/N) said without shifting his gaze from the bucket to you.
- No… I didn’t mean… you said and then sighed “…You.”
You took a deep breath and walked to stand in the water in front of the pier, right in front of (H/N) actually and lifted the bucket away from him. (H/N) was currently holding the brush in his other hand and a half-washed potato in the other, staring at you with a baffled look on his face. You cupped his face with your cold hands and pulled him to lean forward, closed your eyes and pressed your shivering lips against his. You nibbled his lower lip few times and brushed your lips against his, luring him to open his mouth a little with the tip of your tongue, but soon you realized that your favorite actor was not kissing you back.
-Uhm… you said after opening your eyes and seeing that (H/N) was staring at you with deep confusion in his eyes.
- Sorry. you said right after you had managed to get your shit together and step away from him. You got out from the water instantly and walked to the sauna to get your towel without saying a word. You heard footsteps getting nearer and before (H/N) managed to say anything, you turned around and said “Just no” as you gestured him to say nothing. (H/N) stopped getting any closer and stared at you with a puzzled expression decorating his handsome face.
- Please don’t say anything. you said and flashed a nervous smile. “Just… don’t” you said and made a “Shhh” –gesture just as (H/N) was about to open his mouth to make a comment.
- You know, this is so embarrassing. you stated and then continued by mumbling “First you kiss me… and then I kiss you.” with a barely audible tone and covered your face with your towel, trying to mask the action as a casual wiping-your-face-with-the-towel –action. No, you were not hiding yourself behind the towel because your face was not covered with a strong blush… because it was not… it was just slightly red from the sun. “We should just… not talk about it” you stated and walked out from the sauna’s dressing room. You told (H/N) that you would go to the cottage to get the water boiling for the potatoes and then basically jogged away.
You changed your swimming gear into a summer dress and put the water boil. Soon (H/N) who had changed his clothes at sauna got to the cottage too, carrying the bowl of potatoes and brought it to you. You put the small, golden potatoes into the water when it started to boil and then began to make a vegetable slices for a wok. (H/N) told you that he would go and check the grill out and get it ready. You nodded and replied that it was a very good idea… but it was apparent that you were avoiding eye contact with him. You sliced the vegetables, opened a bag of cashew nuts and put them into a frying pan, put the pan on the stove right next to the boiling potatoes and after getting some color to the surface of the vegetables, you poured some coconut cream into over them.
- The grill is ready! (H/N) shouted and you took the chicken out from the fridge, opened the package and made simple chicken-mushroom-skewers to cook in the grill. When you were ready you took the skewers as well as some corn on the cob to (H/N) who would fry them in the grill.
- Thank you. he said, ignoring the obvious elephant in the room; that you were avoiding him and clearly regretting that you had invited him to the cottage with you… or maybe you were not regretting it… but (H/N) sure was regretting that he had accepted the invitation because the atmosphere had turned so awkward and if he had felt chemistry or sparks even between you and him, they were now completely gone.
- I will… uhm… go and check the potatoes. you stated and walked back into the kitchen.
You and (H/N) ate in awkward silence and then he washed the dishes while you went to light up the sauna-stove. You went to sauna separately this time and didn’t really share a conversation at all. After sauna (H/N) got focused on his book again and you took a wine bottle and headed on the rocks to watch the sunset, alone. You emptied the bottle slowly with small sips while the world got silent again and eventually the sun dived behind the horizon, leaving you with a cloud of mosquitoes. You cursed, got up and decided to get another bottle of wine to celebrate the summer solstice at sauna because you didn’t want to disturb (H/N) who had most likely gotten to bed already. It was midnight but you didn’t want to sleep… oh no, you wanted to party.
You sneaked to the cottage, found another bottle of wine as well as your phone and then returned to the sauna. You put some music, opened the bottle and started to dance on the sauna-terrace. You sang along your favorite songs and moved to dance on the sandy beach, with your toes occasionally in water. You hoped that you could have shared the magical summer night with (H/N) but unfortunately due to some certain events… you currently were not best of friends with him. However now that you were pleasantly tipsy, the whole thing made you laugh hysterically.
- Shouldn’t you get some sleep, (Y/N)? your favorite actor said when he walked to the pier. He had woken up to the sound of your hysterical laughter that had echoed all around and broken the perfect silence. The truth was that (H/N) had gotten to bed before you had started to party and therefore he had not heard anything before this moment. Now he was there, staring at you standing… or actually dancing in the water… laughing like a maniac and listening to very random-sounding playlist.
- Nope! I am going to watch the sunrise. you stated, trying to decide in what direction east was… or actually… northeast… because during midsummer it was the direction where the sun was going to rise from. You reached to grab the wine bottle standing on the pier but for your misfortune it was empty already. This made you groan and you muttered to yourself that you should get another from the cool-box.
- I think you’ve had enough. (H/N) smirked and offered his hand to you to help you out from the lake.
- Oh, come on! you stated and rolled your eyes. “I have only had two!” you stated and burst into laughter.
- Two? Two wine bottles? (H/N) asked and pulled you up to the pier from the lake. He noticed that you were not drunk, just somewhat tipsy but still in his opinion it was not a good idea to open the third bottle. “Yep” you said and tried to keep your face as neutral as possible. (H/N) wrapped his arm around you so you wouldn’t lose your balance and steered you to the cottage.
- You know… I really like you. you confessed, to which (H/N) stated that you were tipsy and you shouldn’t make any confession while intoxicated, however the statement just made you laugh. “And I really want to kiss you” you commented and then added with a giggle “But if you’ll do… I might fall in love with you.” It was strange; you knew exactly what you were saying and you could have stopped yourself anytime… but in the state of the pleasant intoxication, you just didn’t care enough about the embarrassment that you might face after making such bold statements. (H/N) steered you towards the bedroom and that was the moment when you realized that he was really going to cut your night short just before the sun was going to rise, you chuckled “No-no-no” and wiggled yourself out from the brotherly embrace. You sneaked behind the cottage, followed by (H/N) and took a wine bottle from the Styrofoam –covered hole.
- Watch the sunrise with me. you said and opened the bottle. You sat on the rocks, a safe distance away from the sudden drop into the lake, and gestured (H/N) to sit next to you. You handed the bottle to him and focused your eyes on the horizon that had turned from pale green to yellow. It was almost four AM o’clock and the sunrise was only minutes away. There were birds singing all around and the lake was completely undisturbed, no wind… nothing to break the mirror of water.
- You know… I am happy that you’re here with me. you spoke with a barely audible tone because you didn’t want to break the magic. “Sharing this moment” you added and glanced briefly at (H/N) who was staring at the rising sun with a mesmerized look on his face. There was mist rising from the lake and sometimes small ripples on the mirror-like surface caused by small fishes.
- Yeah, it is quite something. (H/N) commented with a soft voice and saluted the rising sun with the wine bottle. Then he took a sip from the bottle and handed it to you. You followed his lead and did the same gesture, followed by a small sip.
You and (H/N) watched the sun rising higher and listened to the nature waking up all around you. It was Midsummer’s Eve and the realization filled your mind with tranquility. You emptied the wine bottle together while staring at the lake… the mist dissolving as the sun got higher… and the early morning turning into a new day. You closed your eyes and enjoyed feeling the sun on your face, the gentle breeze on your skin and (H/N)’s strong arm keeping you warm, pulling you to lean on him.
- Hey… I think it is time to get some sleep. he said just as you were about to fall asleep. It was almost nine AM and you had stayed up the entire night just like you had said. (H/N) walked you into the dark guest bedroom and tucked you in, pressed a soft kiss on your forehead and then left the room. He closed the door and retired into the master bedroom to continue sleeping for a couple of hours.
Suddenly you heard the most irritating sound in the world… you opened your eyes and realized that the room was filled with mosquitoes! You jumped out from bed and whimpered because the sudden movement made your head ache terribly. You opened the curtains and closed your eyes when the afternoon sun greeted you, hurting your eyes and making your headache even worse. Finally in the daylight you noticed that your arms and legs were covered with mosquito-bites that itched terribly. You were unsure whether you had gotten the bites while staying outside or if the army of the bloodsucking bastards had attacked you in the bedroom. There was a reason why the doors should have been kept closed at all times.
You had to get some water… now… and also a painkiller. You left the room, put some antihistamine-cream on the inching bites and then found (H/N) warming late lunch in the kitchen; chicken, potatoes and vegetable wok. You had cooked yesterday so much that you had had enough for lunch today. Then in the evening you would perhaps grill some sausages in the sauna-oven or something… depending on the mood. You felt embarrassed when you saw the three wine bottles by the kitchen sink and you didn’t know whether you should just put last night on the list of things that shouldn’t be talked about.
- How are you feeling? (H/N) asked casually and took a quick glance at you. He noticed the mosquito bites and scolded himself for leaving the bedroom door open for the entire day yesterday.
- Itchy. you commented with an awkward smirk.
- Any headache? he asked with a cautious tone.
- No. you replied sarcastically.
- Yeah, right. he commented and handed you a glass of water with a rapidly affecting painkiller. You took them and mumbled “Thanks” before washing the medicine down with the water.
- So… last night. (H/N) commented and glanced at you over his shoulder why stirring the wok in the frying pan.
- Please… don’t… just… no. you pleaded and sighed as you shook your head.
- You know… with this rate of coming up with things not to be talked about… (H/N) stated teasingly and after a small pause he added “…We will have such a lovely holiday here.” You rolled your eyes to which he stated playfully "By the end of next week, there will be nothing to talk about!"
- Oh, shut up. you groaned and left (H/N) alone into the kitchen. You walked out to the terrace and heard him shouting after you “But you really like me!”
You groaned and went to the sauna to get the fire going after which you ate late lunch with (H/N) and sunbathed a little while waiting for the sauna to get hot. You and (H/N) went to the sauna together this time and took long swims in the lake, repeating the sauna-lake-sauna-lake –routine many times until you both were hungry again. You got some sausages and fried them in the sauna oven, sat on the pier side by side like you had been sitting there during the first evening and watched the silent tranquility taking over the whole place again.
- You know… people usually do love spells during the Midsummer Eve’s night. you stated while staring at the calm lake.
- Oh? (H/N) asked and turned gaze from the horizon to you.
- Yeah… like… collect seven flowers and put them under your pillow so you will have a dream about the person you’re going to marry. you explained and after (H/N) had commented with a simple “Uh-huh” you added “But after cutting the seventh flower you cannot speak until the sun rises.”
- What happens if you break the rules? he asked with a tone that was a mixture of curious and amused.
- Ten years of bad luck. you joked and after chuckling a little, you said “Nah… just… the spell will not work and you will never know who is the love of your life.”
- I’d rather take ten years of bad luck. (H/N) joked and put his hand on your knee.
- Yeah. you chuckled and mumbled that you knew it was a silly tradition. “But I’m going to do it anyway” you said, got up and looked around to find flowers because it was getting late and you were getting a bit tired. You collected six flowers and wished (H/N) goodnight before cutting the seventh one. Then you made a theatrical gesture of locking your lips and throwing away the key, walked to the cottage and retired into the guest bedroom. You put the flowers under your pillow and lay down. Soon you heard (H/N) retiring as well and then there was silence… undisturbed silence.
You couldn’t sleep and after rolling in bed for an hour you decided to take a swim. You sneaked out from the guestroom and left the cottage, went to the sauna and got undressed, took your towel and walked to the pier. You took a careful look around and after making sure that you were all alone, you dropped the towel on the pier and dived into the lake. You enjoyed the cool water that soothed the itch of the mosquito bites and caressed your skin as you floated in the water naked.
After you had retired (H/N) had amused himself by collecting seven flowers and putting them under his pillow as well. He had chuckled to himself but he had decided that since he was here, he might just as well have a proper Finnish Midsummer-experience with all the weird traditions… like… spanking oneself with a whisk made of birch branches and trying shots of black, thick booze… called salmari… so collecting seven flowers and sleeping with them was really no big deal. Then he heard you leaving the guestroom and sneaking out. (H/N) decided to ignore it because he felt quite tired but despite his best efforts to fall asleep, he just ended up rolling in the bed and thinking about what you had said; if he kissed you… you would fall in love with him for sure.
(H/N) got up from the bed and sneaked out. He saw you standing at the end of the pier with a towel wrapped around your body and then throwing the towel away and jumping into the water. You were skinny dipping and (H/N) didn’t know what to do; should he just return to bed and pretend that he had not seen anything… well… he really had not… or should he join you? Would you get angry if he did? Would you feel uncomfortable or even harassed? (H/N) had no intention to harass you… but the truth was that he found you very attractive and charming… and despite few awkward moments he had enjoyed spending time with you. There was chemistry between you and him… sparks even when neither of you stopped to think about anything... like what the other would think if you said this or that. Oh no, when both of you trusted your guts and allowed yourselves to go with the flow… it was… as close to magical as one could get in real life.
(H/N) decided to go with the flow so he sneaked to the sauna, got undressed and wrapped his towel around his hips and walked to the pier. You noticed him and stared at him silently as he dropped the towel next to yours. Then he dived into the lake and disappeared entirely, just leaving ripples that spread to every direction on the mirror-calm lake. You felt your breath getting stuck into your throat when (H/N) appeared to the surface just a meter away from you. You were about to ask what he was doing when he gestured you to be silent with one graceful gesture of pressing his index finger on his lips. You swallowed and followed him silently. (H/N) smiled as he got closer, swimming towards you slowly, staring deep into your eyes intensely… and waiting for whether you would or not reject him.