Page 214 of Not My Type
“I said I can swim, mi never tell yuh mi a pro!” I backtrack.
“Hear the coward.” Gutta throws the camera to him.
“Seh yuh can swim so come nuh man,” he chuckles, and I pout in a playful defiance. Leaning in, he whispers, “Naffi’ worry, yuh kno’ fi hold yuh breath when mi dung inna yuh throa—” I swiftly cover his mouth, and laughter bubbles between us.
He splashes me a few times, and soon, I’m firing back with my water attack. He finds a way to grip me, guiding us into deeper waters—deep, at least, for a rookie like me.
He clasps my hand, guiding us deeper, and a wave of panic washes over me. This isn’t what I want. I shake my head in protest. He catches my gaze, his eyes steady. “Baby, yuh think fi a second you could get hurt with me alive and deh yasso?” he asks, and a shy smile blooms on my lips.
“Laad Gad anuh that,” I laugh, splashing water to refresh my face.
He gazes into my eyes, sending delightful shivers racing down my spine. I can feel his love enveloping me, not a hint of desire, just pure, unadulterated affection.. Awww.
“Yuh trust me?” his eyes lock onto mine.
“I do,” I reply, and he takes my hand once more.
“Just hold your breath and go down with me and I’ll protect you,” he promises, making me blush as I slowly follow him down.
He captures the underwater magic on video before turning the camera toward us. He surfaces shortly after, allowing us to catch our breath. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I liked it.
“Wah yuh think bout that?”
“It was beautiful,” I smile back.
“Like you,” he flirts, making my cheeks heat up. He pulls us down again, wrapping one arm around me while holding the camera with the other, bringing us back up for air.
“Zara a just one thing mi a’ ask yuh fi do fi me,” his voice low and intense, his dark brown eyes pulling me in like a deep ocean. I feel as if I could easily drown in them. I’ll do anything for this man.
“Wah that?” I ask and he gives Gutta the camera, speaking indistinctly. I glance away, giving him space. He turns back to me, an unfamiliar glint in his eyes.
“Mi just wah yuh trust me and hold your breath... yuh can do that fi me?” his tone makes my heart race in a way that almost frightens me.
“Words Zara,” he insists.
“Yes, I’ll do that,” I respond, my voice trembling slightly.
“Thanks,” he murmurs, and I grip his hand tightly as we plunge beneath the surface.
I hold my breath like he told me to, water folding around us, the world above fading away. His arms find my waist, pulling me in, pressing our bodies together. My hands slide up, locking behind his neck. Then— his lips brush mine. A teasing touch. My heart slams against my ribs. The next kiss is deeper, his mouth parting, tongue slipping in slow, tasting, claiming. Ouuu. I whimper against him, gripping tighter, sinking into the warmth of his mouth despite the cold pressing in. His tongue strokes against mine, slow and unhurried, like he’s savoring every second, like he knows we only have so long. Fifteen seconds. My lungs start to burn.
Twenty. He groans against my lips, his fingers pressing into my hips, like he doesn’t wanna let go. Twenty-five. I pull back slightly, my chest tight, but he steals one last kiss, open-mouthed, hungry, before dragging us both up for air. We break the surface, gasping, staring at each other, breathless. He smirks, licking his lips like he can still taste me.
We’ve done a lot of things... that are very romantic but none of them can compare to the few seconds that we just shared.
“Yuh get it?” he asks Gutta, who nods in agreement.
“And it cleannn. Believe,” he chuckles, glancing at the footage. He’s taken aback by it, but mask it. What is Gutta thinking?
Anna beams, and Nickoi turns back to me, his hand curling around my neck, thumb stroking slow. His lips brush mine again—barely—before he pulls back, eyes dark, locked on me. Then, just tongue. No lips. Just the wet, slow slide of his tongue against mine, teasing, tasting, claiming. My breath catches, knees weak. His fingers tighten against my skin, holding me still as he takes his time.
A soft moan slips out before I can stop it. “No sah... ” Anna blushes. “Prezi aguh breed Zara enuh.”
I pull back, back to my shy self and playfully roll my eyes, still thinking about the underwater kiss and how it makes me feel.
“That was so—” I was saying and he interrupts me.
“Zara mi been a try fi say this from wah day and it was so hard cah mi a pree say people a guh find mi weakness yuh zi mi and mek you become a target and mi know yuh nuh ready fi my world all when yuh say yuh ready. But mi think seh a time mi make yuh know say the feeling weh yuh have reciprocated, anuh no one sided thing... mi did and still have a lot of reasons fi neva’ wah 3 say it in public but mi just wah yuh know say mi love yuh,” Nickoi confesses.
