So My First Two-Wife Love

Jasmine

"Jeez, Melati!"

I secretly smiled, I haven't heard that call in a long time. It used to be a protest, but somehow 'Melati' became sweet as if it was Gibran's special call for me.

The wind was blowing increasingly louder and the sky looked darker until finally the rain fell heavily while I was picking out some of the once-trick for Rora.

Wearing his jacket, Gibran covered my head while he was getting wet.

There are not many places that can be used for shelter because there are many visitors who come to visit this island considering this is a weekend.

Gibran protected me from the urging of visitors who took shelter in the same merchant tent with us until Gibran's back was hit by the rain.

This position makes me nervous but I can't let it constantly rain. "Close up.." I whispered slowly.

I wanted to avoid the glare of his eyes until I kept my head down but when Gibran stepped closer and his huge body almost pushed me backwards, gibran's hands reflexively grabbed my waist as well as me holding on to his waist and finally I could only be quiet when Gibran hugged me.

"What's cold?" gibran asked in a low tone of voice, his lips touching the tip of my ear and my whole body instantly heated up.

"Slightly," I replied lyingly, I could only hope that Gibran did not notice that my body temperature was rising because of this position, but my answer actually made Gibran tighten his embrace.

"You Cold?" tanya I did not lose slowly with her tone before.

Gibran did not answer until I ventured to look up to confirm his condition.

"I'm on fire." whispered Gibran, that's when I realized that Gibran was making good use of this moment and I was lulled.

"Now I'm not stupid anymore, Jasmine... I won't hesitate."

I held my breath as Gibran pulled my waist up until my body was almost lifted, but my lips were silent a thousand languages let him hug me as he pleased.

He ignited a spark of passion in the midst of this very heavy rain because the wind that blew hard brought rain water into the tent until our clothes almost drenched.

The passenger in charge of the ship that took us to this island came to us after he came to several other visitors in different tents, the person said if in this weather it is impossible to sail and they suggest to stay at lodging on the island.

Actually it was not a bad idea because the wind was getting louder and the rain was so heavy that the tent we were sheltering in continued to sway as if it would soon collapse.

We finally agreed, while breaking through the rain, Gibran took my hand following the responsible passengers of the ship who had gone first.

There were a lot of people with us, some couples and families, they were all shivering in the cold as well as me and Gibran until we finally got to the inn.

The inn is quite large, there are twenty rooms but because the passengers of the ship are quite a lot then Gibran and I have to take the same room.

A great awkwardness was immediately created between the two of us as soon as we entered the room and Gibran let go of my hand.

"You better take a shower first" Gibran said without being able to look at me directly, probably because my dress was so wet that it stuck to my curves, becoming more visible after I removed Gibran's jacket.

"OK...."

I then stepped into the bathroom, leaving Gibran still standing at the door. I turned to him on the doorstep to confirm his condition, but who would have guessed that Gibran was looking at me.

"Why? Want to take a shower?" asked Gibran who immediately made me enter the bathroom and lock it tightly.

My breath was roaring, I was holding my chest that was pounding, this trapping situation made my mind drift far away until my face was hot even though I had shivered before.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down. Not wanting to linger, I tried to touch the zipper of my dress, but its position located at the back made it difficult for me to reach it.

I've done various ways but I still find it difficult to fully unzip my dress because it's stuck until both my hands start to ache.

"Gibran.." call me softly while peeking behind the bathroom door I opened a little.

"Oh my God.." I heard him mutter while wiping his face before he came up to me.

"Why? Do you really want to take a shower with me?"

I shook my head in response, "keep on what?" ask again.

"I can't open this.." I obviously turned my back and showed my zipper getting stuck.

Gibran let out a heavy sigh, he was about to touch my dress when I faced him again.

"Don't steal a chance!" I warned him sternly, "watch out if you steal the opportunity, I-"

"I what?"

My body immediately stepped back as Gibran forced his way into the bathroom and he closed the bathroom door easily, even locking it.

There's something different about Gibran's eyes and I know exactly what that means.

Like being in front of a predator, I froze.

As he stepped closer, as he locked my wiggle room, and as he approached until the distance between us disappeared, he intimidated me easily.

"You're in front of my eyes, Jasmine, but I miss you so much, even so much that I want to be greedy over you" Gibran said softly as he pushed my hair aside, his big body makes me feel small.

I was thinking that time was moving so slowly and this situation was tormenting me.

I was tormented when Gibran's body approached again and my lips touched the surface of his chest, and the scent of his body mixed with rain water was intoxicating to me, arousing the passion that had been splashing and now began to ignite.

Both of my eyes instantly closed as Gibran's hands began to touch my back, as his roar of breath hit my nape, as his lips pressed against the tip of my ear, as I felt the zipper of my dress move down, his voice breaking into silence, as I felt the zipper of my gown move down, it's hard for me to breathe.

Gibran is dangerous and I'm trapped...

I was entangled in her warm embrace, in her tender touch.

The light kiss he gave me around my neck gave me goosebumps all over my body.

One more kiss landed on my shoulder as her burly hand pulled the sleeves of my dress so gently.

"Your body is cold, Jasmine.." whispered softly.

"Yes... I was cold, "I replied with a choked breath as she slammed my neck once more.

"May I warm you up?"

"..."

Gibran's sigh grew heavier, I could feel his chest pumping and slowly he stood upright staring at me who was locked by the look of his longing eyes.

"My answer...." Pinta Gibran while lifting my chin with his finger, but one word did not escape my lips.

I couldn't say anything while his thumb kept pressing on my lower lip.

"I'm not a patient person, Melati...."

Her thumb was warm, she made me lose my mind.

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