AMETHYST

It is Day 10 already, time really does not catwalk. It flies! The whole competition part of the event has been concluded. We were crowned Mr. and Mrs. Couples Go. Lol. I wonder if this is Prom.

Actually, we won after accumulation of the competing parts of the event like games, quiz, treasure hunt and other activities. Now it's left with Water Dance and Blind Salsa.

Today's activity is water dance. I wonder how it is going to be, it sounds exhilarating. I know dancing and water would be connected but I couldn't help but wonder how.

I close my eye shyly as Nick places a kiss on my forehead. Lately, he has been doing this, further confusing my feeble heart and sometimes when he thinks I am asleep, he strokes my hair, giving me feathery kisses around my face, neck and shoulder regions.

Emotions like care are often displayed on his face but they disappear almost as soon as they appear. My fear exactly is what happens after we go back and he gets exposed to his many options of women. I will just become old news and a new notch on his belt. Simply another conquest. Am I ready to go through that phase?

"Hey, moro. Sleep well?" He pecks me on the cheeks again.

"Yes, I did. You?" I ask him in return.

"Yes, but not for too long." He states, giving me a long stare.

"Sorry about that." I say, even though I am clearly oblivious to whatever it was that made him lose sleep.

"Let me indulge you in the reason, volída."  He strides towards me, causing my heart to skip a beat. He smirks as he realizes my discomfort which I make obvious when I scoot to the corner of the bed, the part just by the wall indulging the hard surface as a point of support and balance.

"Scared?" He cocks an eyebrow arrogantly in my direction.

"Totally not. Scared? Of you?" I laugh it off but I know deep inside me I am actually scared.

"Then why are you running away from me?" He smirks as he climbs the bed. I could hear my heart beating in my chest.

"I...I..." I stutter, completely lost for words.

"You, what? Cat got your tongue, fireball?" He asks me. This time, he places his hands on my legs and pulls me till I get to him and then he towers over me on the bed.

"So, about the sleeplessness. Let me show you, moro." And with that, he leans in and our lips are connected together in a kiss.

If I felt nervous earlier, this definitely did not define the feelings I thought I would have if we kissed. It was like a hundred degrees higher. It feels like butterflies erupted in my stomach.

I struggle to break free of this feeling I couldn't place my head over but he holds my hand in place and claims my lips fiercely, using his tongue to have more access.

I finally succumb to his touch and our tongues are in rhythm as they dance to the beats of our hearts. Unlike the first time when we had an audience, this is better because of the privacy.

He gently nibs at my lower lips and lets out a low groan.

"This is way better than I imagined." He says.

"Me too." Oops. Did I just say that? My eyes meet his and I quickly shut them, shy that I let that out.

"You don't have to be shy around me, moro. I am your husband and I feel attracted to you too." He says in between kisses. I want to scream out loud. My heart tells me to agree to his advances but my head, the more sensible part of me tells me not to. You should know the path I took, of course that of my heart.

I melt into his kiss savoring every moment as slowly as I could. For the better part of that morning, we spent the time making out and I won't deny that it was not enjoyable when it was in every way.

•••••

"Do you want to have your bath first?" He asks me as he strokes my hair gently.

"Yeah, sure." I answer.

"Or we could conserve water, you know. Having our bath together." He states, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I hit him playfully on his arm before responding.

"Perv! No." I say to him.

"A man is not classified as a perv when his person of interest is his wife." He states, shrugging.

"Just shut up." I stand up to take the neccessary things I need in the bathroom.

"Not so fast, moro." He pulls me into a short kiss and plays with my lips before finally letting me go. I could probably get used to this.

After freshening up, we had dinner at the cafetaria and headed to today's event. Who said dancing under rain isn't fun? The rain was created using a drone that showered water on us as we danced in the direction the water was moved to. It was actually fun and our audience laughed whenever any person slips or falls.

That evening, everyone had Salsa lessons for beginners so there'll be no excuse to not participate in the fun the next day.

Blind Salsa. I laugh in my head as I remember a time where I started dancing with the air because I couldn't reach out to my partner as we lost track of each other before a dance guide helped us locate ourselves, still clad in our blindfold.

The experience at this event was amazing and it created real bonding time between Nick and me.

"Hey, wifey." Nick kisses me on the lips as he calls out.

"Did I tell you that I am a pro at Chacha?" He smiles and holds me by the waist. So we are done with dancing and have beeen relieved of our blindfolds.

"Nope." It's not like I really know much about him. He spins me around and throws me in the arm. Squealing, I land back on my feet as he gets a hold of my hand and continues dancing to the sound of no music.

"You are weird." I state, trying to put up a serious face.

"How?"

"You're dancing to no music." I answer back. His response is laughter, followed with a shrug.

"Last to get to the room gets food this evening!" He states and runs off. What he said registers in my head and I run as fast as my tiny legs could carry me as I stopped momentarily to gasp for air, trying so hard to catch up with him.