"Nnnnnn aaaaaaagaa" I watch his mouth move while I sound out the words he spews, cupping my cheeks in between his fingers to squeeze out that vowel stuck in my throat I giggle and blush hard at the contact and proximity.

"Naga" he says against my lips, deep voice rumbles my bones, I'm tempted to pull at them Teasingly with my teeth, miracles is the word I could describe for that mouth of his, I didn't know how much water that's contained inside me - the human body is ninety percent water-, the ways he was able to excrete them were from me-

"Mut-ter " I snap out of my trance tightening the cloth around my naked body, we haven't been able to keep our hands off each other much less keep away. I look at his lips move but I can't hear his voice, he sits close to me cross legged in his loin cloth, are time together is nonstop adventure around his land with countless sex. I finally got to Thank him; it wasn't my initial intention to sleep with him, but I just couldn't resist the Tarzan like physic.

My dream man, my own Watt-pad boyfriend here in front of me, the women of those stories were right about one thing ... Sex with the Foreign man is the hottest, Discharge Kevin was great, but Rowan definitely took the crown. I sigh dazedly looking into his eyes while he speaks, oh shit he's speaking, what's he saying? Oh right, we're still learning his language. Isn't mutter German for mother?

The more I looked at him, the more I was ready to cry, I wished my inner dialogue could pause sometime from its excessive main character moments, the more I'm admiring, ogling him I can feel the stings of tears brimming until my vision completely blurred, A palm gently touched my shoulder making me blink out hard, tears roll down my face landing roughly on the surface of the hand that held up the sheet.

They fall to the point they couldn't be stopped; I should be happy I can return to my life tomorrow, back to society and away from the Demons of the corn, back to my overbearing mother that needs daily reminders that I can live happily without children, I want to return to my anxiety filled roommate Justine, can't forget her Sex crazed boyfriend that makes his distaste for me obvious and will blow out Justines back every now and then. I definitely can't wait to get back to my shop where every man on earth will come in on special days to buy the most beautiful flower for their partners.

But where will mine be? when can I go home to flowers? Are these the reasons why Traveling women cry when they are leaving a foreign country, is this what the main character goes through?

Nonsense, I barely know him, his lifestyle and mine are completely different, we could not be compatible what's so ever, but I would never feel this gentleness again, I'd miss the way he'd look at me and treat me as if I was Newfound treasure, even now those eyes stare at me wistfully. he has been nothing but gentle and patient, this entire time I've been rock ridden. Would he come with me if I asked him?

He didn't get along well with other kids; they called him wild or a monkey.

I have tried to teach him; he was not interested.

I go back in forth in my head, reminding myself of his grandmothers' words. Taking him with me would be entirely pointless, he has not civilized his ways, I mean in today's day and age everyone walks around half naked anyways nothing could be worse than a grown man walking around in a loincloth everyday climbing trees with no English Vernacular.

He is a grown man, right? God what am I saying.

Lost in my own thoughts I stare at rowans lips muttering something, slow and calculated, eyes ever so looking at me curious and deep.

"Jane" the deep voice rings in once more, the sound of my name rolling off his tongue sent shivers down my spine, it wasn't a dream, I didn't imagine it. He really did say my name, only adding more sorrow to my pain.

"Rowan" I say softly and cautiously "How old are you" Eye contact is impossible especially when he leaned in closer to my lips.

"Old ... old" I repeat the word emphasizing on the O sound to see if he could get it. Staring at me curiously he cocks his head, placing a palm on my chest "Me ... 25" I lifted my hand doing a number two and five his eyes follow my every move until his they widened.

Raising his brows He mimicked my move from before, "Me" lifts up his palms to show me the numbers 'two' And and the other one for making a 'seven'. I could breath now he is only two years older than me. So he can learn.

Eager to see how far he can take I continue, "Rowan" I can't help the way my voice softens when I say his name, especially when he made me scream it for the past day and a half and it doesn't help now at how he flashed me a hair smirk. "Come ... with ... me?" My sign language ain't shit, I don't blame him if he doesn't understand me, I probably look retarded as hell.

To my surprise, he actually processed the words quicker than I thought, "where?" My ears perked all the way up to the grand opportunity. "Home" I plant a palm on my chest. Confused he looks around at his surroundings "Home" He repeats.

I grow a little frustrated "No, Home ... me ... with me". Deep eyes stare at me with furrowed brows, I can't tell if he's confused or going over it, I'm about to open my mouth once more when all of a sudden there is a commotion outside, people gathering around something.

Rowan blinks out from his calculations, looks at the rock door than me before kissing my forehead and heading outside. A few moments have passed as I was putting my clothes back on in walked in Rowans grandmother. Stoically she stares at me before her sultry voice rang in.

"You have someone here for you".

For ... me?

You know that one scene on mean girls where Cady Heron is walking in the gym and all the girls stare at her, yea that's me right now, but there is one face, and I don't see him.

After the crowd scattered for me, I come face to face with a familiar pair of eyes, as always her tears are ready to fall before my own, but I beat her to it when I blinked first.

"Ju-Justine" I nearly trip over launching myself towards her and she did the same catching me in the process. "Jane" she squealed into my ear canal, normally I'd pull away before I go death by the age of twenty-six but as for today it'd be worth it.

Everything pours out, almost killed by a mountain Lion, having a sleep over with saggy titted Devil worshippers, having the greatest sex of my life with one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen, and finally the large reason of all, never seeing him again.

Even now, his face would lane and break me.

"We've looked for you everywhere" she muffled into my ear.

Pulling away "we?"

"Philip, his dad, brother and your cousin and me, Philip dad has been here multiple times and knows the ins and outs, we scattered everywhere searching for you for days and wouldn't leave until midnight."

"You guys separated? That's dangerous" I preach.

"It's ok, Phillips dad has flare guns, when we have done our limit, he sends it flying to catch our attention, then we camp and regroup".

So that red explosive in the sky was what I thought it was, it was them?? If only I knew, but I was also a bit distracted. I only wanted to cry more, and knowing my cousin was he made me happier, I'm just praying she didn't tell my mom.

" I was so worried about you," she pulls me in again crying hard on my shoulder, I breathe in her silk midnight hair occasionally blowing out strands.

"I thought you left me" my broken words spilled out.

"Never". I can't see her face, yet the emotion and voice said it all.

moments went by as we awkwardly hugged each other like the end of the world, forgetting the half-naked people staring at us, confusingly.

pulling away "How did you find this place?"

She calculates for a moment rolling her eyes upwards "The trail with the signal that we were on remember?"

How could I forget?

"There was another one that me and Phil took, and it brought us to a deserted mime. Then I just saw a bunch of people and took my chances"

So, I would have been lost getting out of here anyway, but I wasn't too far from my almost place of death.

My eyes widened and a slight annoyance went through me, gripping her shoulders "You could have been killed getting here, what if these people were like the ones you see on TikTok".

"Honestly I didn't even think it through, had something happened to you, then this would have been my atonement, I was the one that begged you to be on this trip with me in the first place, I was the one that should have been paying more attention to you than anyone else, you were my responsibility" my heart breaks for everything, it pained me seeing just how much of toll this took on her body; shriveled hair with a twig stuck at the end, I don't even think she's noticed there are ants on her, puffy red eyes and a slight odor from her clothes.

Did she ever go home? How could I debate not leaving when she gave everything just to look for me, I could have been dead but that somehow didn't stop her.

Justines watery eyes look at my arm, lingering for what felt like a long time. Leisurely she raised her fingers in curiosity, my arm? Oh god.

"What is that?" she breathed.

I'm about to open my mouth when, "She was attacked sweety" That sultry voice sings entering a conversation that didn't include her. I cringed hard, I was just going to lie and say I fell on something that happened to cut me two in deep in a claw form.

"A-at-attacked" her voice breaks down to a whisper letting her jaw nearly touch the ground, here we go. I try to never let her worry for me, not only is she my roommate but the bestest friend I ever had, sometimes I feel as though she is more family to me than my actual family. Not just with me, she is a natural worrywart, everything that I love about her.

"Oh-My-", she pulls her body back to examine every inch of me, nearly passing out.

"Justine, please calm down, please". Ignoring me she looks back at Rowans Grandmother.

"Please tell me what happened,"

"She was nearly killed by a mountain lion, my grandson Rowan saved her, when she was found she only had a quarter of blood left with a broken arm."

Just shoot me.

Justine takes a deep breathe, a hurricane of tears and a sob hiding behind those eyes, hiding the Romanian rage within her, I prefer it if she did something already or even screamed, anything is better than silence and believe me, as a Caribbean Nothing is worse than silence.

her eyes scanned everyone around her and behind me as if trying to recognize who he was. With a sigh her eyes returned to the grandma "Is he here?"

Good question, where did he go? I await her answer with my head Forword, almost hoping he would just appear so I could see him again, selfishly I would do that to myself. After a mere moment of silence, she finally speaks, though her answer isn't what I hoped. "He was around here moments ago; I don't know where he went."

Swallowing the breath, I didn't know I held, I hid the tears that start brimming by burrowing my face into Justine's shoulder.

"Please tell Rowan if he ever needs anything, anything at all Find us In Brooklyn, New York, he is forever welcomed for saving my friend."

"Sure, honey." the grandmother agrees, I can't see her face, but I can feel the satisfaction in her tone.

"Her wounds are all healed up, originally she was free to leave tomorrow, but with you here to get her, my work is done."

"Thank you" Justine says, lifting herself off the ground.

I watch her every move, yet my knees are glued to the ground, "Let's go Love, we need to head back to the others." once more she thanks them to clear the awkward.

hesitantly I rise up, stalling as much as I can hoping he will show up, I want to see him, he never answered my question. Finally on my feet I turn around seeing if I could spot him in the crowd. Where are those Cerulean blue? Those golden locs I countlessly ran my fingers through laying on his chest after our moment.

Where is the man my heart is crying for? was it my imagination? Did I dream him up? the tears start falling I watch everything around me slow down as the grandmother waved goodbye.

My eyes never waver from the crowd until the grew further and further apart, I don't even see them anymore he was all I wanted to see, the man that fought for a second chance for my life, I promised to live for him, Rowan.

Goodbye.

walking was all distorted, I don't even know my surroundings anymore, "Hey guys I found her" that voice was really loud and slurred, still the tears are falling like rain, I can't stop them.

"Jane" came a screech, I see a figure running towards me like 250-pound linebacker, sprinting towards me in lightning speed, Rowan? oh no, a woman, she looks familiar, where have I have seen that face before, My cousin.

Please don't touch me I'm already fragile as it is.

Lifting a hand up to try and halt her I was too late, my body is groped in a bear hug and before I know it the tears fall along with my woes, my voice is back and even I can hear the pain.

"It's ok, love we got you, cry it out." her clear soft voice rings in.

I don't even think I needed any permission, gripping her closer, and wept until i could not bring out any more tears.