Anete Point of View

"Grrr.. God!"

"Gosh, it hurts!"

"Ahh.... Ummm...."

"Slow down, please."

None of my pleads, none of my cries were able to stop him. Despite seeing me uncomfortable, groaning and moaning in pain, he still continued to do what he was doing.

Why? Because he said that it hurts so I should bear with it.

"The hurt turns into pleasure; give it few minutes, butter tart." Cacao muttered in a gritted tone. However, the smile on his face is ever bright and blinding.

"This is not my first time, why is it hurting?" I asked as the pricking feeling intensified. I closed my eyes and leaned back as an agonized sigh left my mouth.

He said it will be pleasurable?

Where is the pleasure? I want pleasure.

"This is different. I am different."

"My God, you both sound so wrong for the thing you are doing right now. Did you realize that?" I heard Ilaria and opened my eyes to see her walking into the room followed by Peach, who has large bags of weird stuff in her hands.

I reeled over how our conversation was going on and realized that indeed it was full of innuendoes for the activity we are involved in right now.

"You should try it too. It's painful." I huffed, leaning back to find a better comfortable position.

"What is that anyway?" Ilaria walked to us and studied Cacao and what he was doing.

Seeing that Cacao was too engrossed with what he was doing, Peach answered for him. "That, is the ultimate hair mask our whole family uses. It's homemade and is a God among any hair therapy. From cleaning and protecting scalp to abolishing dandruff problems and hair loss issues to giving birth new and strong hair, it can do wonders on one's head. Given, it is used on head that is."

"But it pricks and hurts." I complained followed by another groan.

Yes, Cacao is indeed applying hair mask for me!

Poor Cacao is being really gentle with applying the mask on every inch of my head and hair but the mask medicine itself is prickly.

"That's because it's your first time to use this. For the first four to five times, it does get prickly for few minutes but that is a signal that any kind of virus or bacteria is being killed and cleaned. Once it is done, you will not feel any pain. You see how Almond's hair is thick, voluminous, smooth and strong? This is one of the reasons." Peach explained causing Ilaria to get interested.

Ilaria stuck a finger into the bowl and studied the paste for a while. Then she sniffed the paste after which a full blown smile appeared on her face.

"Smells amazing, isn't it?" I asked, wiggling my brows at her.

"Ilaria, Peach? What are you both doing here? When did you come?" Cacao spoke suddenly as I felt him jerk back half a step behind me.

What he doesn't even know they are here?

Is he so invested into me?

Urgh! Into my hair, I mean.

"You changed brother! We have been here for more than ten minutes, talking and laughing loudly but your eyes and attention was only on the person before you. Gosh, I like this change!" Cacao beamed at Peach for a moment before it turned into a frown.

"Wait, I thought I said this part of the house has no entry until the evening?"

"Mom said you and Anete are having a date. I just want to know how your date is going on so I sneaked in when Ilaria offered to join. Who would've thought you are fooling around in the name of a date?"

"Fooling around?" Cacao grimaced. My thought exactly!

"We are on a hair pampering date. You are still a kid so you don't know about dating stuff much." That's right!

I too was not sure about this date in the beginning but then when he started to take care of me and we as we were spending time alone, I started to understand what he meant when he said that 'the most simple things done together can be the most intimate things'.

"He is right. Hair pampering date is super awesome, minus the painful part. You should try this Ilaria." I said as the light of happiness shone from me.

"I doubt Devon Almond has the ability to think about anything beyond law and criminals." She sighed sadly and her shoulders slumped down in disappointment.

"I'll help you." Cacao and Peach said at the same time.

Both the brother and sister looked at each other for few minutes before a creepy grin caught up their lips at the same time.

"Are you thinking the same as I am?" Peach winked at him.

"Yes and no." He answered back with the same beaming face.

"Great. Indeed we are siblings. Never completely on same page or different page." It was a compliment or not, only Almonds can know.

Peach pulled Ilaria out of our space yelling back to enjoy our hair pampering date.

"So –" I trailed off when Cacao continued to take another layer of hair and brush it with thick paste.

"You are still looking so beautiful." He pecked my cheek a couple times.

"Uh huh, I mean to ask about your plan for Ilaria and Devon." Cacao stopped what he was doing and bent down to look into my eyes.

Placing a kiss on my lips, he stated, "That is for me and you to find out at the same time."

"So you have no plan at all?"

"I do, but Devon is a tough case so it all depends on how Ilaria implements it. Forget it, for them, I will come up with a sinister plan. This time is for you and me." I nodded, completely agreeing to what he said.

This is 'us' time. Better spend it for ourselves.

"Let's play twenty questions while I pamper your hair." I suggested.

"Nope. Let's play twenty answers." Say what?

"Uh?"

"We will give out the answer and the other should guess the question." Strange, but interesting.

"Okay." I nodded with a grin.

"Lady with the amazing boyfriend goes first."

"Okay. Then, let's see... ummm – Global warming." I said with a tap on my chin.

"What are most concerned about our future kids and their kids and their kids and so on?" And the charmingly funny and silly guy is here.

"No silly. I'm concerned about Global warming in general."

"One and the same. Now my turn – Ahh, wohh wahh hmm." I –I'm sorry?

"W-was that an answer?" I stuttered, looking back at him. He finished applying the mask and removed his gloves, throwing them in the bin.

Sitting on the chair in front of me, our legs were in between each other and thighs touching closely with each other's.

"Why, of course. You have to guess the question." He touched my hand and held them in his own, placing a kiss on them every now and then.

Is he even a human or is he the energy produced by lightening?

How can his simple pecks and kisses make my stomach feel like it was invaded by gorillas with wings?

Simply unbearable but lovable.

"That's a bit odd answer. Umm, you – ahem – you... is that how you moan?" I couldn't meet his eyes. I don't even know if he was teasing me or he was genuinely making me guess a genuine thing.

God, what is this situation?

"Close. Try again, I'll give you another chance." Close enough?

Does that mean I should guess why he was moaning or when he was moaning?

That's worse!

What should I say now? That was how he moans when he is doing something something with someone?

Or should I say that was how he moans when he was doing everything by himself?

"Is this how you –" I paused to see if I going in the right direction. When I saw his encouraging nod, I continued, "moan –" He shook his head.

So it's not moaning! Thankfully!

"Groan?" He shook his head negatively again.

Then what?

"Feel?" A no again.

"Here's the hint, It happened a very long time ago." He said that so proudly as if I've seen his life through his eyes.

"Hmm, it's not feel, then – sound?" I thought for several moments before asking and surprisingly, he nodded affirmatively.

Okay, it's going great.

"Is that the sound you made –" He nodded encouragingly and I was both happy and annoyed because I don't know what those sounds are.

"- when you fell? Fell down from heaven?" I tried my luck. Knowing how he is, this must be the right guess.

This is the kind of answers – questions he would expect; would he not?

"My silly butter tart, when I fell from heaven, I fell into the millions of hearts. It didn't hurt at all. That was actually the first sound I made when I was born. See, it's an easy guess." Oh!

Ah! Right!

How was how babies sound like when they were born. Why didn't I think of that?

Does that mean I have a dirty mind?

Or did he sound it like something dirty?

"Now your turn. Make it as hard as possible. I want to dig into you and feel the depths of you."

No I don't have a dirty mind. He was talking about wanting to know more about me.

Yes. I don't have a dirty mind.

Of course, I never had a dirty mind.

Yes, it's not about – ahem!

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