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too.”
                  “Oh?” he ran his fingers through his damp hair and grinned. “Thank goodness there is at least one thing you like about me. I was worried that we were turning into enemies at first sight.”  
                  She giggled at that. “ It's all your fault. Ordering to go with you without even introducing yourself. What I hate the most are bossy men. ”
                  “Oh! Is that so?” he raised his eyebrows, then without much sincerity he f olded his hands in front and bowed to her, and said mockingly, "I apologize. Forgot that you’re a big sister.”
                  “ Hey! it's not my problem. It's you!" Sharon raised her voice and argued, "anyway, don't ever boss me around again ! "
                  He smiled teasingly, "Is that an order? Well, u nfortunately I don't take orders either. You see, I’m a big brother myself. Looks like we’ll have a hell of time getting along with each other.”
                  Or not getting along. Sharon thought with a sigh .
     
                  With the fire burning fiercely, their clothes were thoroughly dried before the rain died down.
                  Nobul lay down naked on the floor, using his shirt for a sheet. The heat made Sharon drowsy too. Putting her shirt on her side, she hugged her knees and put her head on her knees to rest. It had been a long day for her.
                    She was dozing off when she felt a tickling sensation on her left foot. “Ahh!” She screamed as soon as she saw a black worm with tiny hairy legs crawling on her skin.
                  Nobul sat up at once. “What’s wrong?”
                  “A worm!” she said with a shaky voice.
                  “Don’t move!” He came over quickly and put his arm around her waist to steady her.
                  Seeing what it was, he laughed, “It’s just a harmless fluffy worm from the pines.” Then with a flashing of hand, he brushed the creature back to the floor.
                  But she was still in shock. She remembered the “fluffy worms” from childhood. They were infinite horrors. A naughty boy in first grade had once put one in her collar during class and she had to wait for a whole hour before she could run to the bathroom to get it out. Her skin had itched for days after the trauma.
                  “It’s not harmless,” she muttered.
                  As if to convince her, he picked up the worm again and put it on his own arm, “See, it won’t bite.”
                  “Stop it!” she said, “I don’t like worms.” What she meant to say was she was afraid of worms.
                  “Oh. OK.” He took the worm off his arm. “Although worms aren’t as scary as they look.”
                  “I’m not scared of them!” She shouted, “I just don’t like them!”
                  He was startled by the volume of her voice and her agitation. He threw the worm on the floor in an instant.
                  Sharon realized that she was trembling and was embarrassed at her overreaction. She tried to break from Nobul’s arms, but he caught her tightly.
                  Her heart pounded as he turned to face her, put his other hand on her shoulder and pulled her to him. She looked up in surprise, and saw the flames in his eyes. As those eyes traveled from her eyes down to her lips, she felt the corresponding trail of the heat. She was so close to him that she could hear his heartbeat echoing hers. Her upper body was separated from his bronze chest by only a flimsy camisole, from which her breasts were already eager to break free. She inhaled deeply and desperately to subdue her fervor.
                          Nobul felt her frantic heartbeat through that thin layer. He wasn’t sure