"Hey, aren't you guys ready yet? I'm ready to go!"
Moli's face flushed as she responded timidly, "I'll be right there," only then did Fisher notice her fingers were also curled towards him, as if she was grasping something invisible.
Swishing her whale tail, Moli walked toward the riverside, while Fisher silently exhaled another heated breath. This was just one of countless moments where he felt an almost unbearable urge.
It was unclear how much time had passed since Elliog left, but to Fisher, it felt incredibly long. Every day spent by Moli's side was torturous.
A sense of responsibility prevented him from easily making a move on the defenseless girl in front of him. Beyond her terrifying idea of knocking him out to take back to the sea, Moli was essentially a pure girl, which made Fisher's thoughts of devouring her come with an inevitable sense of guilt.
