New white rays shine through the window, celebrating the beauty of the many tan hues woven together in the curtain. In the background, there was a sweet chirping of birds and insects as the thin wind blew on her face making her feel warm and fresh.
It was morning and their second day on this island.
When she woke up, she discovered herself wrapped up tightly in his arms with her head placed on his chest and his arms around her body. The first thing that entered her mind when she found herself in this position was to beat this perverted guy to death but when she raised her hand to do so, something inside of her didn't let her do that.
Glancing at his serene sleeping face, she couldn't bring herself to beat him. While sleeping, he looked so different and calm. There was no playfulness on his face, no irritating smile that she hated, or even that flirty nature that she despised the most.
