In the first few days after the little goldfish left, Aaron Ray would occasionally feel anxious.
While eating, he couldn't help but wonder, what if she had an upset stomach on the island? Surely Harvey Howard would call a doctor to treat her, but would the doctor notice anything unusual about the little goldfish?
While walking, he thought, she'd naturally have to roam and sightsee on the island, but what if her feet hurt after just a few steps? In hindsight, he should've told her to bring her wheelchair...
At night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his mind uncontrollably drifting to how she shared intimate moments with a man. His head ached terribly, and the more he thought about it, the more vivid the details became—the disheveled hair, the skin pressed against hers, the trembling eyelashes, the breaths escaped from her tender red lips, and in there... what would it feel like inside?
Roar.
His mind buzzed.
Aaron Ray suddenly sat up in bed, gasping for air!
