The walk to our hotel room was quiet for some reason. I was wordless all the time, I was waiting for him to say something or anything, but it seemed like he didn't have any plans on doing so.

I reckoned that it was because of the thing that happened earlier - the kiss, because that was my reason for running out of words to say to him as well, I feel like if I'll be the one to start a talk, it'll just make the air between us awkward, that's why I've been waiting for him to do it first.

We were just taking steps, our shoulders would occasionally bump, and unlike earlier, we weren't holding each other's hand anymore as it broke halfway through the path along the hallway to our hotel room.

I wasn't even exaggerating when I I'm saying that I could almost hear his breathing, there weren't really people around since it might be already dead in the night or they were still somewhere at the beach still having fun. The silence was truly deafening, and once I spared a glance at him, I didn't know if it was perfect timing but the breath he took which seemed to be deep resulted to his chest to move and be more prominent inside the wet clothe he was wearing.

I instantly went back to face north, purposely blocking my head to not think of anything that I shouldn't be thinking. I knew how my mind worked, and if seeing how sexily his chest lifted, I feel like I might have to start thinking about stuffs friends don't usually do, let alone travel buddies.

"I have to admit..", he started, finally breaking the unknown silence. And he literally said it right before my mind could even start having delusions about him. "..you were right when you said that the water was freezing.", He snickered, and as I did too, I faced him, but with the smile he had, his semi wet hair that covered parts of his forehead and the droplets of water coming from it, I looked away clearing my throat.

"I told you it was.", I said and forged a chuckle that sounded so awkward. I swear, after that kiss, I haven't thought about him the same way I used to.

Our walk were put to stop when we reached the door of our room and by then, I already wondered what atmosphere would welcome us inside, the walk outside was almost wordless, what more inside an enclosed place.

"It was fun though.. everything.", His voice has never sounded that gravelly before, it sounded so deep and low but it felt like it was the most ear opening words i've heard.

I ended up looking up to him again for some reason, I was somewhat curious about how his face looked like right at that moment, but before I could stare even more at his face that has never looked so serious, my lips automatically let out a gasp when his lips came crashing onto mine, pushing me against the wall in a heartbeat with his warm tensed body.

He was holding both sides of my cheeks, desperate to press our lips even more. The kiss was way more intense compared to the one we shared at the shore, and there, my mind became more open to the realization of the flame that has been subconsciously building inside me which I just chose to ignore.

I was too caught up by the thought of not wanting to cross any line that I disregarded all the feelings and greed that I've been wanting to do with him.

I knew right at the moment when our lips were in sync, when we were starting to please our hunger, I won't be able to hold myself back anymore, I was insane to the point that even if I didn't drink any alcohol, I was drunk and wasted by his intoxicating lips.

I could feel his hands making its way to my thighs, and after a slight squeeze, he lifted me up which resulted me to instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, my back pressing against the wall even more. I was forced to lean my head down just so I could still connect my lips with him, holding the right side of his cheek.

He separated our lips and it was just then when I realized that I was almost running out of breath. "What are we doing?", He said, and it appears so that he was in the same situation as I am, catching breaths we took by ourselves. I could feel his chest moving against my body from the constant breaths he was taking.

I didn't know what he meant by his words, he was questioning but it didn't sounded as if he was in doubt, and before I could ask him what he meant by the obvious things we were doing, he pressed his lips on mine once again.

Answering is a given when someone's asking a question, yet he chose to shut my lips up using his own, and for obvious reasons, no word would be spared.

Every moment he kisses me, it just keeps getting severe that I don't have any idea what would be the next ones be like.

He would caress my thigh ever so softly but contradicting to the way how rough he was brushing his lips against mine, his pace was swift, fast enough that I was honestly having a bit of a hard catching up. But it was still nothing compared to the rapture he was good at giving me which just drives me in delirium.

I held onto his neck as soon as my back left the wall when he walked a couple of steps back, and not even a minute came by, I could feel a different surface on my back which I soon realized was the door of our hotel room when I felt him grin in between the kiss, probably after knowing that his memory wasn't failing him. He did remember right when he said that he forgot to lock the door.

I couldn't help but to smile as well, who knew that with his slight forgetfulness, we didn't have to trouble ourselves unlocking the door, not even minding to break the kiss.

I heard the door shut close, and shortly after that, with my eyes close, I could just imagine how things were going on; him carrying me, supporting my legs while they were wrapped around his waist as he walked us ever so slowly all the way to the bed.

With every seconds that were passing by, I could feel my heart almost exploding over all the things that seemed to happened so fast.

Just at the moment when he stopped walking, and I reckon that we already reached the bed, I parted my lips from him and slightly budged my legs as a signal for him to let me go so I could stand on my own.

He looked confused while staring down at me, appearing as if he was askance that after all that we did until just now, I out of a sudden put it to halt.

"O-Our.. our clothes are wet.. we're gonna get the bed soaked.", With every words, I felt breathless that they ended up into whispers. My body was trembling for some reason, but it didn't feel like it was out of fear.

Even with the darkness that was enveloping the whole room, my eyes didn't fail to sight how his damp pink lips turned into a smirk. My heart somehow pounded even more, I sort of grew anxious by his daze, and no matter how much I try to ignore and deny it, I knew where he was going.

"Then, I guess we'll have to take them off..?", He said and it ended in a questioning way, but the more how those words circulated inside my mind along with his voice, it sounded way more like he didn't at all care wether I disagree or not and he's really going to do it.

His hand went to my bare waist, gradually travelling its way to the hem of my cropped rash guard. I just stared at his eyes that were focused on his moving hands.

He lifted my upper clothes without a single word, gently pushing me to lay on the bed, and in split seconds, already shirtless, he hovered on top of me, immediately colliding his lips against my very own.

It turned out to be brief, and when I could feel his warm breathing right on my ear, he whispered words I found extremely hard to understand. "Estoy tan cansado de contenerme."

He knew very well that I wasn't good with Spanish and he has done all the talking with that language with every Spanish talking people we encounter. I was so curious about what it meant, in a sense that we were at that kind of situation, but before I could try to sort out what he said, my mind went black and my breath hitched when I felt his moist lips against my neck.

His tongue did all the pleasurable wonder on that certain sensitive part of my neck, nibbling my skin and left with a bite. His lips trailed from the lower part of my neck all the way to my collar bone and as he pulled aside the strap of my brassiere, he planted kisses on my shoulder.

My arms impulsively went to his bare back by the sudden struck of electricity that spread all over my body. My toes curled, my fingers were aching to scratch his back, and with the wet touch of his tongue that whirled against my numbing skin, a loud gasp voluntarily came out of my mouth.

He was driving me into my insanity and I've never desperately wished for it this much.