I sat up on the beach trying to decide my next move. I could try to swim to the other island but didn't want to run into anymore mermaids or I guess it would be mermen. I wonder if there are mermaids? Maybe they are all men.
I need to find out what happened to Greta and Mia. The only one with all the answers was in the hut but I'm not ready to face him yet. I decided to explore the island instead.
Greta would be proud if she saw me taking an interest in the outside world. Mia might have been impressed with my self defense earlier too. I mean I did get a few surprise hits in. Kicked the merman out of bed, then tripped him on the beach, and finally my spatula attack. Yeah, I'm probably dead. I think it might be safer to sleep outside tonight.
I find the garden next to the hut. I pick out some veggies then sit in the shade of a few coconut trees while I eat. I'm just finishing up when the merman comes to find me.
"You ready to go inside?" He ask with a deep voice so smooth a shiver slides down my spine. I notice he's still only wearing black shorts and showing off his impressive tan abs and strong V that disappears in the waist of his low hanging shorts. His black hair is perfectly messy and keeps falling into his deep blue eyes.
I look up at him a little dazed then shake myself out of it. He smirks down at me like he knows how his voice affected me. Which he probably does.
I frown. "Don't do that," I say as I stand up dusting sand off myself.
"What?" He ask and gives me an innocent look. Well as innocent as a predator looking at it's prey can look.
"Nevermind," I drop it and pass him to go back into the hut. I don't hear him following me but I can feel his eyes on my back.
Once inside I go in the bathroom, lock the door, and take a long shower. I wash my swimsuit, wring it out, and put it back on since I don't have anything else to wear.
When I come out I see the merman sitting in one of the two wooden chairs at the kitchen table. There's something about him being hunched over with his elbows on the table and his chin resting on his folded hands that should be relaxed but looks more out of place. Like a lion resting inside a chicken coop.
I sit in the other chair with the table between us. "What's your name?" I have been calling him merman inside my head this whole time but don't think he would like me calling him that.
He sits back and crosses his muscular arms over his hard chest, his legs stretch under the table and reach to my side while he maintains a carefree lazy facade. "Finn." He answers.
I try not to squirm in my seat as part of my personal space is slightly invaded and once again his voice send electric currents inside my head making everything a little foggy. Everytime he speaks it's like angels are singing and there's a glow that lights the space around him. I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts then frown. He did it again!
"Stop doing that!" I snap. He just smirks and looks so devilishly handsome I can feel my brain short-circuit. Blinking quickly I realize I must look like a major idiot in front of him. My emotions are so scattered around him that it might be best to avoid him before I really make a fool of myself.
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose annoyed. This time I keep my eyes closed not even attempting to look at him.
"But you can call me hubby.. or mate?" My eyes flash open and I glare at him as he shrugs his shoulder. "You decide which you prefer. Darling also works."
"No," I cross my arms with my nose up. I will not have an intimate relationship with this dangerous creature! I'm only 18! I want to go to college and fall in love.
He stands up then slowly stalks over to my side of the table. I tremble slightly in my seat but try not to cower in front of him. He leans over me placing one hand on the table in front of me the other on the back of my chair trapping me without touching me. I can feel the heat from his body and smell the salt on his skin. Bringing his nose closer to the crock of my slender neck I can feel him breath me in. His nose barely grazes a path from the base of my shoulder and neck up to my ear. I don't dare move and take short shallow breaths. My heart is hammering in my chest like a frightened bird that I'm pretty sure he can hear. I can feel my face heat.
"I could make you," he whispers in my ear. His warm breath making me shiver and sending butterflies to my belly. "I could make you without even having to force you. I could make you want me. I could have you begging for me to touch you. Hold you. Kiss you. I could make you love me." I turn my frightened wide eyes towards him and force my traitorous hands to stay in my lap when all they want to do is feel his inky black hair and force his lips on mine.
"Is that a threat?" I barely breath out the words and lean closer to his face.
"It's a promise," his eyes flash black then his lips crash onto mine. He grabs a fistful of my hair behind my head tugging it down, changing the angle of my head so that he has better access to my mouth as he deepens the kiss. I rest my palms against his bare chest but don't push him away as he explores the inside of my mouth and devours me.