The storm grew increasingly fierce and showed no signs of abating.
Most of the coconut trees on the beach were uprooted. It looked like the end of the world was approaching. The terrible weather affected the air inside the cave.
Zac groaned, a tinge of pain flashing across his eyes.
Hazel anxiously watched his movements.
Although she kicked with no great strength, Zac himself was at the most vulnerable state that a man could be in, even someone who was extremely heroic and strong as he was.
Taking a deep breath and letting go of her, Zac sat up and said, "Honey, don't do that again, or you won't be happy in the future."
Her face contorted in a slight frown. "If it ceases to function, you're going to use your brain, for sure, and you will never be fickle in love."
His face took on a bitter, aggrieved smile. "Evidently, it recognizes only you. How could I be fickle?"
