Warm lips pressed against mine. My eyes widen and it takes approximately one point three seconds to realize Aidan isn't kidding me and a further three point eight seconds to realize that I'm kissing him back. My eyes have fluttered shut and in the darkness I see light exploding. His lips are chapped and my bones are aching and I can taste the metallic tang of blood but I don't care because all I can focus on is the liquid warmth that is quickly spreading through my body. All I can focus on is Aidan. On the soft moan he just make, on the intoxicating feeling of diving head first into an erupting volcano and most of all, the way he tastes like cotton candy and midnights under turning galaxies.

He moved. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me.

"A-Aidan, w-what are we doing?" I asked him with my eyes still close.

He grabbed my waist and pull me closer, kissing me more. I got my head thrown back to give him access, I don't know why I did that!

"Stop me, Paris... push me away." He groaned, pressing his head on the side of my neck. "Because if you don't, I wont be able to stop..."

"Stop kissing me, t-then I can push you-"

"What if I don't stop? Push me while I'm kissing you, come on... do it?" He whispered across my skin, sucking that part of me.

How? How can I possibly push him away when my arms started to weaken? I don't know if I can even shudder my shoulder.

He stood up and pulled me with him. The kiss, unbearably fragile, a spike of sensation, shoulders the frame. Everything I think about who I am, what I am, becomes irrelevant. There are no words, only sensation, unfamiliar sensation.

All I could say is that it's tender, like the tickling lick of a kitten. I feel powerless, suddenly stoned. Aidan is kissing me again. I am kissing Aidan.

We are standing in the middle of the living room, giving and getting every kiss we've ever gotten or given, kissing from memory. Kissing... fast, hard, deep, frantic, long and slow. We are tasting the lips, the mouth, the tongue. I put both of my hands to Aidan's face, my palm was welcomed by the roughscruff and scratch of a stale shave.

Aidan rubs his face against mine, sweeping the cheek, the high, light bones, muzzling the ear, the narrow line of the eyebrow, finishing with a butterfly flick of the lashes.

"Paris, you want this..." he confirmed and let out a grunt.

Maybe I do, I don't know. But I can't feel any hint of protest in my system. My legs turned jelly, like I'll be melting on my stand without his arms supporting my waist.

I let him take me in his room.

People always describe it as a hunger, and I think that's fairly apt. There's this swirling, fluttering emptiness that sits right below my rib cage that feels insatiable. And that's how it starts.

Inside his room. Against the wall. Accidentally hitting the light switch with the small of my back but only having a mild awareness of it.

Our kisses becomes slow and deep and I can feel them in the bottom of my stomach. His hands are holding my weight against the wall and with my legs wrapped around his waist I can feel a tingling begin in my thighs.

Aidan is an expert, I know. But nothing felt forced or rehearsed. It was like, all that is happening at the moment is part of the moment.

He's never awkward. Never nervous. Never unsure. He's just here, with me.

He put me down, still supporting my waist. It's as if he's giving me time to escape, but I'm too weak for that choice. No.

I tried to think straight but all I know is that I'm in a room that is twilight and shadow Aidan stands close enough for me to breathe in his scent. His arms wrap around my back and in one gentle pull our skin touches.

I feel his hand in my hair, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moves down my cheekbones to my lips.

That's when the kissing started again and we start to move like partners in a dance that is written in our DNA. Our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

With a laugh he lifts me right off my feet, carrying me towards the bed, letting me fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. We lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for us to feel the presence of one another. Then he's all busy, undoing my shorts, pulling them off, kissing from my toes upward, slowly, his hands on my legs, always just a little higher than the kisses. I feel my back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. My head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping my lips.

I felt the electricity in my skin, hormones shutting down of my higher brain and the rise of my animal self. From there, it was all passion, intense, intoxicating. I feel like it's my release, my escape, from pain and everything... not that I am easy, I know well enough to avoid letting a man lay his hands on me. Yet with this feeling I couldn't even put a name on, too many of my switches were flicked for a reverse gear to be possible.

The next thing I knew is that I'm already naked, aggressively lying above the bed. I moved my eyes open to search for Aidan. He's staring at me, with those intense eyes.

He was half shadow, every muscle on his torso flowing from the light into the dark. He was a living work of art, his brown skin is so tempting to touch, every move giving away his strength.

Then he pulled me up, he's as naked as I am. He gathered me in his arms before we fell together, folded toward each other, and then I leaned back, arching, shored on my back-braced arms, and I let him pace the occasion.

At some point I opened my eyes and saw him watching me, measuring my progress, and he looked a little isolated and wan.

Without thinking further, I pulled his head down and sucked salt from his tongue and heard the sort of breast-slap, the splash of upper bodies and the banging bed.

Lips all over my nakedness. Through the skin of my neck down to my breast. His tongue blessing and feeling each and every inch of my skin.

His hand slid down to my most private part, feeling me. Instead of feeling embarrassed, it's different. I couldn't explain. By the way his slender fingers caresses my femininity. It was all new to me...

"Aidan..." I moaned softly.

"Oh, babe..." he groaned.

His middle finger went inside me, I screamed in pain and discomfort. From there I know he now realized what I was about to lose.

"Paris..." he didn't stutter but he now sounded hesitant. And unsure. Damn, I don't want him unsure!

"J-just go on..." I almost begged, shutting my eyes tighter.

And he did. He lead me where he wanted to go. It's like an art of being able to lead and allowing me to follow. A push and pull of energies.

Then the tingling sensation came after. Starting at my ankles, arching into my back, and flowing out on the top of my head.

So this is what cervical orgasm feels like. A clitoral orgasm before the real thing happened.

Then it was a matter of close concentration. I listened for something inside the bloodrush and I spun his hips and felt electric and desperate and finally home free. I looked at his eyes stung shut and his mouth stretched so tight it seemed taped at the corners, upper lip pressed white against his teeth.

He moved inside me, desperately groaning. I felt a kind of hanged man's coming when he came, the jumped body and stiffened limbs, and I ran a hand through his hair, slowly taking my release. Oblivious about everything, shoving away the thoughts of the consequences of what we did, as it was written in books, I've reached an earth-shattering climax.

It may sounds like a cliche scene in a movie but the next morning, I purposely get up ahead of Aidan. Making sure that he's still in a deep slumber when I leave, I don't want confrontations. I don't wanna hear him ask things about what happened last night. To be asked by and not knowing what to answer is the worst feeling for me.

I even took some bills from his wallet sitting above the bedside table just so I can afford to go home by myself. I'm sure he wouldn't mind me steeling.

So I left his flat, safe and sound. I rode a cab back home, still thinking of what happened. Or what really happened? Specifically to my senses? Feels like they've flown away, leaving me mindless.

I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. What have you done, Paris?

Silence welcomed me when I reach home. Should I still be calling it home?

The security personnel who opened our Mediterranean gate looks shocked to see me outside asking them to make a way for me to come in. He maybe thinking that I was in my room, having a nice sleep. Well he thought wrong.

"Hindi ko alam na wala pala kayo sainyong silid, Ma'am." Magalang nitong bati sakin.

Hindi ako sumagot all because I don't want to. Nag-tuloy-tuloy na ako sa loob ng aming kabahayan. The double doors are wide open, I saw some of our maids cleaning each step of the grand staircase.

The whole house is quiet, I'm quite expecting to see people in chaos for the preparation of our birthday, Romee's birthday. But there's none.

Some changes of plans, maybe. I'm not even sure if dad is around, why he's not in his usual spot. The space in front of the huge portrait in the middle of our living room which shows my parents wedding, is empty. He's usually standing there, sipping a cup of coffee, looking at mom... every waking day. But now, he's not.

Maybe he's in Monteguero, I don't know. How would I know? I wasn't here last night.

I went upstairs and head over to my room. Twisting the knob and pushing the door open, I was greeted by the cold breeze from the air condition I left working.

Natigilan ako sa pag-sasara ng pinto ng aking silid nang mapansin ang nakahiga sa aking kama.

It was Romee. I carefully let go of the knob, making sure it wont make any sound to disturb her peaceful sleep.

I walked towards my bed and watched Romee as she sleeps.

She's my twin sister but none of our features comes alike. Her blonde hair spreads across my pillow, I wont be surprised if her scent will mark my sheets later.

She has a fair skin that her freckles are naturally showing, we're both skinny but Romee is taller, probably an inch or two.

She has a soft features, she look so fragile. Well she is. Sweet Romee is indeed fragile, like a crystal prism.

Nakita ko mula sa kamay nito ang isang kahon, with my twenty twenty vision I was able to read what was written on the card.

To: Paris
From: Romee

My heart suddenly leaped. Aside from mom, it was Romee who always remembers my birthday. For nineteen years, simula nang magkamalay kami sa lahat ng kaganapan sa mundo. Walang ni isang kaarawan ko ang pinalampas ni Romee para hindi ako mabati at mabigyan ng regalo.

Romee didn't seem to mind if I shove her away every time she inched closer.

I sat on the edge of the bed and reached for the box, careful not to wake her up.

I opened it and saw a cute handy music box. Romee really knows what I want. I love music, the great thing about it is that it didn't save your life, it gave you strength and will power to save your own life.

And Romee? I turned to look at her again, people might see me as an insecure twin sister. That I envy the attention she's getting. Truth is? I'm not.

I'm in love with Romee, just like everybody else. She's my sister. And I feel like, she kind of protected me from any pain when we were inside mom's womb that's why now that were out, she's the weaker one.

Everyone in the family favors Romee. And I love them for doing that, my sister deserves it. She's sweet, kind and soft spoken. Like an angel with invisible halo and wings.

Pero hindi lahat ng tao sa mundo makukuhang itrato si Romee sa kung paano siya itinatrato ng lahat sa pamilya namin. I want to balance her world, I want to let her know that no matter how likable she is, not everyone will like her.

I cared for Ro, so much. She's the reason why I wanted to be a doctor, I wanted to cure my sister. I want to help her.

I was planning to specialize cardiovascular though I also want to be a neurosurgeon like Uncle Dave someday. But he said, I can be both. My old man boosts my confidence really good.

I opened the box and the sound of a sweet music awakens Romee from her slumber. I immediately pulled my mask down and closed the music box as if I don't like the sound of it.

"Paris, hindi ka umuwi kagabi. Nakatulog ako kakahintay sayo." She said, pulling herself up into sitting position.

Iniwasan ko siya ng tingin, I know she's smiling. And Romee has the kind of smile that could light up the whole room.

"Happy birthday." Her sweet voice made its way to my ears dripping to my heart.

"Mine was yesterday, it's yours now. So greet yourself." I answered in a stoic manner.

She just giggled. "Oh, how I love you Paris!"

She jumped off my bed, feeling a little energized. Nagulat ako nang mahigpit niya akong yakapin.

"I wont ask you where you were last night, I'm just so glad that you're so alive and safe." Sabi pa niya. "Dad is at Monteguero, mom is there too. She came home from New York last night to see us, si Tito Roy ang sumundo sakanya. Sabay tayo mamaya? Zach will pick me up-"

"Hindi na-"

"Oh, what am I saying!" She rolled her eyes and then she said her next words in a Chiara's way, like you can't contest any of her words. "Sabay tayo mamaya. And that's not a question, I don't need your no."