Megan's POV
As the night dragged on, the moon became brighter, and the water gradually returned to the state it had been in before to the change. Because our movements grew more deliberate, our hands were able to achieve previously unachievable heights and depths. They hadn't arrived at all of the destinations, but owing to the one goal that we all had, we had made significant progress. I could feel him becoming bigger below me, and as I did so, the fire in my gut became more fierce.
Jason withdrew while saying, "We have to stop," and his hands followed his lead. While one hand pushed forward to hold me back, the other had a solid grip on something in the water, and the knuckles were white and pallid.
"Why?" The sound of his fingers breaking beneath the water captivated me, and as I ran my hands down his chest, I questioned him about it.
You're such a tease, aren't you? He growled with his mouth open as he cocked his head to the side and scanned the sky above him.
"I suppose it's possible that I am." I purred and then worked up the courage to drop my hands, but he seized hold of them and prevented me from doing so.
"This place is sacred and brimming with virtuous qualities. Without your permission, we are not allowed to give in to any of the temptations that we encounter here. It seemed like he was attempting to stifle a growl, as shown by the rumbling in his chest and the hoarseness in his voice.
I chose to be silent because I needed the peace and quiet to locate a distraction that would allow me to relax down. The Iunae Lumen is continuing its process of powering down and shutting back down. As their pedals slowly caved in on themselves, they were careful not to lose any as they struggled to keep their balance. It was a sight I had never seen before since the only time I had ever seen them was when they were in bloom. Even while it was a pleasant experience overall, it was really disheartening to see how things had turned out. They gradually lost their luster, withdrew into the bloom itself, and finally disappeared entirely when the pedals of the flower encircled them.
The temperature of the water will soon start to drop. He hushed me as he wrapped his arms around me to protect me from the rising chill.
"I believe that we ought to depart."
In an instant, of course, I lost all of the self-assurance that I had been steadily building up during the course of the evening. We were in a rush to go. In addition to the fact that it would be difficult for him to turn around once again, I also had to put on a body-con dress, which was impossible.
Before I even had the opportunity to give any thought to voicing my opinions, Jason had already skillfully negotiated the water while dragging me along with him. While he was rising up and lifting us out of the water, he held me in position by looping my legs around his waist and hoisting us both out of the water.
While he was leaning down to retrieve his shirt, he moved me closer to where we had piled our clothes. As soon as he stood up, I had no choice but to resist the urge to sneak away and hide. He allowed me to slide my arms through his dress shirt while leaving the buttons undone. Being the gentleman that he was, he kept his eyes on me the whole time as he did this. He went around and began dressing himself, giving me enough time to put on my pants before he returned.
After pulling on his boxers, he helped me back up and began heading towards the bush from whence we had emerged. A strong breeze was blowing over our still-wet bodies, and I trembled as the cold air passed over us. Even if all of the buttons had been fastened, the thin fabric would not have been able to adequately protect the wearer from the bitter nighttime temperature. In an effort to find some warmth, I drew myself closer to his chest and felt his rough nipple on mine, despite the fact that I was well aware that he could feel mine as well.
As we were getting ready to go, I suddenly realized that we hadn't picked it up, so I said, "What about my dress?"
"Someone is going to pick it up and clean it for me, along with my pants," the speaker said.
"I was afraid of messing things up. Mom had put forth a lot of effort into it.
"You are such a sweetheart."
I agree that you looked really lovely in that attire.
"No." As he continued to insist, my head was gently brought closer to his.
"You're so lovely," I said to you.
In spite of the fact that the majority of my body was concealed by his shirt, I got the distinct impression that I was completely naked in his watchful gaze. I did my best to keep him out of my line of sight, but I couldn't seem to fool his eyes. They appeared to be able to see right through me. My better half and other half, he has always been and will always be. My love for Jason is the source of my consistency. He is just what I needed but didn't even think to look for. I was under the impression that I need a biological father and a family, but I don't. He introduced me to the people I needed—those who loved and cared for me—and I am grateful to him for that. Now that I have him and they are in my possession, I am unable to let them go. My life, my love, and my heart all reside in him; those around me make up my family.
I address you with "Hey, hey." While he was reprimanding me, he stroked the wet hair that was behind my ear.
What exactly is the problem? Why are you shedding those tears?
I gave him reassurance by telling him, "Nothing's wrong," while wiping away stray tears that I wasn't even aware I had.
So, tell me, why are you crying like that? As he moved me closer to him and asked the inquiry, he questioned.
"I can't help but adore you. You have my deepest affection, but she asked that you not shed any tears for her. "I love you too, but please don't cry over me," she begged. It is not my intention to make you cry ever again.
It's a beautiful sob, a happy cry to be exact. I swore to it.
The proximity of home brought back some of my concerns, but this time I was more prepared to deal with them. Having prior knowledge of what was about to take place, I felt compelled and motivated to take action. My soul longed for him, developed feelings of attachment to him, and longed for him to be there. He released his grip on me and lowered me to the ground below. I had to take a few steps back to calm my nerves and gather myself.
"Is there a problem?" "Is there a problem?"
"I would want to give you something as a present. a bit of a shock.
"Oh, really?" astonished the speaker. As he got closer to me, he questioned what I was doing there.
The inquiry "What exactly is it?" He inquired in a tone that betrayed a trace of desire on his part. I put out my hand, grabbed hold of his, and continued moving forward. He followed me inside the house and followed me down the stairs to our bedroom after I had gone up them.
When I entered the room, I was taken aback to discover illumination blazing in the dark, as well as rose petals covering the bed and the floor. From the look on his face, it seems that Jason was not responsible for this either. In addition to Jason's appealing odor, the room also exuded a faintly sweet perfume that wasn't overpowering in any way. As I moved him closer to the bed and looked into his eyes, I let go of his hand and continued to move him closer.
"Me. It was I who was able to surprise you.