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.
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