Holding on to his neck and being stuck within his embrace, I was pushed back against the railing of the wooden bridge by Christopher. The bridge swung a little as if it would fall apart at any moment. I held onto him even tighter as I was afraid of falling.
He started with a kiss before slipping his fingers into my shirt. Annoyed with how tight my top was, he pulled it up and caused it to rub against my face.
My head was hazy, and my body was on fire. He pushed toward me even more and made my body inclined outward.
I could almost see our reflections on the lake. When the wooden bridge was making a creaking sound, I tensed up.
If the bridge fell immediately, then I would become the first woman who drowned while kissing her boyfriend. Everyone in Avenport would laugh at the news of my death until the end of time.
In a distance, I could see the couple whom I saw earlier walking out of the small forest and caught what we were doing. I could even hear what they were saying, though barely.
“Wow, is that the woman from earlier? Is she doing something lewd with her boyfriend over there? The sign says not to enter. Aren’t they afraid that the bridge might collapse?”
“It’s all right. After they fall, we can just call the ambulance and share it on Twitter.”
“They aren’t planning to do it there, are they? That woman’s top looks like it’s about to come off.”
I desperately tried to stop Christopher from continuing after hearing their chatter, but he seemed to have no intention of halting. Instead, he slipped his other hand into my skirt.
“Don’t. It’s dangerous… Someone…” I tried to press his hand down.
“Relax, I’m a good swimmer. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Christopher gently bit my earlobe before moving to my neck.
I don’t think that’s the issue here. I saw the couple stretching their necks trying to see what we were doing.
My god. Do you people have to do this?
Thankfully, Christopher’s punishment didn’t mean something far more embarrassing for me. He quickly let me down and blocked their line of sight with his body. He helped to pull my shirt down before hugging me tight and roared at the busybodies, “What are you looking at?! Never seen lovers being intimate before?”
I could feel my cheeks burning as I looked at him like a fool.
The man embarrassedly pulled the woman away, but the woman wanted to stare at Christopher longer. My danger alarm was ringing, so I pushed myself out of his embrace, and, with my arm around his neck, glared at the woman. “This man is mine!”
“You think you’re hot stuff just because you have a handsome boyfriend? Maybe he’s just a kept man!” The woman then pulled her boyfriend away in a huff.
I couldn’t help but giggled. “Did you hear what they just called you, Christopher?”
“Well, the only person being kept is you.” Christopher grinned and purposefully bumped against me with his hard rod.
“Jerk!” I pouted before gently punching him. “Your friends are waiting for you. I think we should go and meet them, lest they wait for us even longer.”
“Nah, I’ll pass. We’ll just drink, play cards and shoot the sh*t. It’s boring. When they’re drunk, they’ll start saying nonsense, and I don’t feel like punching anyone right now. Let’s find somewhere to eat instead. I’m starving. This is your fault,” Christopher said fiercely.
I pouted again before holding his hand tightly as we crossed the bridge. I really didn’t want to bear another second of the risk of falling off the rotting structure.
After we walked out of the bridge, I saw Christopher was looking a little depressed, so I whispered to him, “Happy birthday, Christopher!”
“Happy birthday, my ass. There’s no present for me. Hmph.”
