TRINITY
Bash and I went to the small market down the village. It feels good to walk with him hand and hand, and nobody is watching us.
I push back the thoughts about how limited our time here is. Then we're returning to how we used to be-I'm back to Kiara Mallory, and he will be the Bash Hughes, the CFO.
It was fun to pretend to be his wife while we were on the market. The people in this area are very conservative, so we pretended to be on a honeymoon from the U.S.
I don't even know what he said to the old woman. He embraced me tightly and kissed my forehead while they were engrossed in what they were talking about.
"Trinity, penny for the thoughts? You've been gripping my hand." Bash's voice pulls me out of my affliction. We're still walking up the gravelly road up to the hill.
"What did you two talk about earlier?" I inquire, but more likely, I am being nosy.
Bash looks amused. "You've been thinking about that all this time?"
"Well, duh! I don't know what you two were talking about. Don't you think you should at least tell me?"
We stop in front of the hanok gate.
"Why so curious about it? It's nothing." He laughs, and I'm not entirely convinced. I know there's something t be curious about.
I shrug in defeat. Why make it a big deal anyway? And whatever they talked about, I know it's not really my business.
We enter the gate, and I feel a sudden twist in the pit of my stomach.
"Tri, stop scowling."
I walk past him, but he manages to grab my hand before I can go far.
"I need to get inside, Bash. I have to wash my feet, and they're soiled," I tell him, but even me, I can hear the disappointment in my voice.
He lets go of my hand but grabs my head and presses his mouth to mine. Bash kisses me hard, eager, and needy.
The plastic bag in my hand drops to the ground.
He kissed me many times, but this one is on a whole new different level.
I can't help but clench his shirt to hold on to when he deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth and exploring.
I feel him already hard, pressed against my lower abdomen, and I can't help but push myself snugly against him.
He releases his hands to cup my bottom, kneading them. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I feel we're moving.
Bash carries me inside the hanok, leaving the plastic bag behind.
I help him pull off his shirt and unbutton his jeans while his hands are busy exploring my body. He cups my face again when we're both naked.
This time, he's kissing me slowly, gently as he brushes his lips on mine, taking his time.
Something inside me awakens- excitement and little noise skip from my throat.
"Bash, please?" I find my voice pleading.
He kisses me down to my neck, and I can't help but grip a handful of his hair.
"I'm so tempted to press you against this wall, but this bloody wall is as thin as paper," he says in his huskier voice. He guides me to lie flat on the floor without bothering to spread the mattress. I feel the cold Maru on my back.
He moves away from me to grab his jeans.
"You have a condom in your pocket jeans even if we're just going to market?"
He chuckles, tearing the foil pack with his teeth. "I thought a thousand times of taking you anywhere I can, Trinity," he admits, crawling back on top of me.
I spread my thighs wider to accommodate him. Biting my lip, he sinks into me slowly as soon as he rubs the crown on my wet core.
"God, I don't think I can get enough of you," he admits. So do I now that I get a taste of Bash Hughes, my best friend, and my first love. He presses his body on me.
I wrap my legs around his waist to push him deeper, and he starts thrusting. Hard and deep.
He follows his rhythm and occasionally kisses me on my lips, nose, jaw, and neck while I'm clawing his back.
It's rough sex, but I love every second of it and the fact that it's with Bash.
A pressure already builds in me, and my inner walls clench his length. Arching my back, I moan louder while Bash is busy pounding me harder. We grunt and pant as we're both almost over the edge.
"Come now, Trinity," he orders, clenching his jaw as he tries to hold his own orgasm. He slows down his thrust, but it's rougher and more intense, hitting me where I am most sensitive, and I feel my eyes roll back.
"Bash!" I don't realize I just scream his name.
Bash grunts my name before he falls on top of me. We're both catching our breaths and slick with our sweats.
This has been one of the best days of my life. I'm happy and depressed at the same time because I know the end is inevitable.
***
We eat Bulgogi and some fresh green salad after our sex. We spend and catch some fresh air on the porch with our sujo.
I remember how many wishes I made every time I looked at the stars.
We're both sitting on the cold concrete stairs when I hear him sigh silently, looking up at the night sky.
Wrapping my arms around his left arm, I lean my head on his shoulder. This week, we are just an ordinary guy and girl who enjoy each other's company, and I don't want to overthink after this.
"Remember when we were at my parent's beach house?" He kisses the top of my head.
"You stole my shells. You always loved to steal something from me." I nod without looking at him and chuckle.
He laughs. "Oh, yeah?"
I hit his arm playfully. "Oh, yeah. That was why I wondered, I piled many shells, and they were the same amount. I searched that seashore, and I was sure I got plenty of them, but they were decreasing instead."
I stare at him, and he's now grinning at me.
"You're so bully!" I push him a little bit stronger, and he almost loses his balance. Good thing he has a quick reflex.
Panic streaks through me. "Sorry. I pushed you hard."