Temptations

Even though I have never been drunk in my life, I felt like was was at that moment. My breathing was steamy, I was sweating hard and heartbeat, uneven. To distract myself, I looked at the other side, avoiding eye contact with Sakiko, who was on top of me.

Thats when I heard.

An echo.

It ricocheted around the empty Karaoke room. Her voice, a whisper, and a smile. For a split second, I was brought back to reality. This was when I realised, I fumbled. I messed up bad, real bad.

"I am Ayane's cousin, Sakiko..."

My unstable heart suddenly stopped. It skipped a beat, as if it were dead. My brain did a whole u turn inside the head. The meeting at the playground, the date, all those seemingly random meetings, the texts, it was all a trap. And I, like an idiot, completely fell for it.

She had the upper hand, of information. She was controlling neatly how much information exactly flowed through me and in the end, she gripped me. I knew something was up... that something wasn't right... that somethings is too convenient... I knew it...

I didn't.

I didn't think a second to ask myself why was things so convenient. Its frustrating, it's enraging. I felt anger, annoyance and sadness. It was my mistake, my mistake all along. I just, went with the flow. I was clouded by the fact that I needed to save her, to save Ayane. It was then when I lost my sense of judgement.

I was in love. It was just new that I accepted my feelings for her... and as soon as I did, I got drunk, drunk in love...

And now, I am drunk with something I don't even know. I lost completely. I saw her grin, her eyes like a hunter, and a lunatic smile that went from ear to ear. A lunatic smiling under the dim lights.

"You know... what I told you before was true, that I, Ayane's cousin manipulated her classmate to bully her in middle school." Sakiko laughed close to my ear, deafening it. My mind was again, slowly turning back to being drunk. "And I also kept my promise... that I told you you'd meet Ayane's cousin this Karaoke."

She laughed louder. The fact about being drunk is, it's almost an escape mechanism, from reality. My body was just doing that, by making my mind foggy, vision cloudy, and heightening my senses. I felt it all, all the nerves activating as she continued to rub her body against mine. She laid flat over me, grazing my chest. I resisted the urge, but my body thought sobering up now would be a waste. It became drunk again.

She tried hard, very hard to get my body to react. I resisted. If my 'body' reacts, it would give her the confirmation, that she could continue with her ways, that I have succumbed to my desires.

If I were to choose between desire and love, I would choose love.

I resisted. Resisted as she gripped my wrist and placed it on her almost bare chest, smiling u controllably.

"You can do it, you can give up and have fun. With me."

I can't. I want to be a man of my words. I am fighting my desires, while my love was watching me over the phone you damn set up behind. Now I knew, even just a bit, that it was your plan to torture her this way. You have been doing this all the time... all the freaking time...

I can't give up. I can't give up.

But its tempting...