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“BILISAN natin, ha?” sunod ni Imee kay Leo habang naglalakad sa pagitan ng mga matatayog na puno ng niyog. They walked in the midst of the thick coconut tree plantation instead of the walkpath in the village to avoid attracting people’s attention. “Kailangan ko pang maglinis ng bahay!”

Hindi lumingon o sumagot ang lalaki. Instead, he kept brushing his hair with his fingers as if he was frustrated or fighting demons inside him. Napakamot tuloy si Imee sa kaniyang batok.

‘Bakit ba kasi madaling-madali siya? May biglaan ba siyang lakad sa Sabado kaya in-advance ang pagkikita namin?’

Then, she recalled what he just said earlier.

“I’ve got a spare hour or two this morning, so let’s make this quick before I completely lose my mind. Tapusin na natin ’tong misyon natin. I have to see your dance now.”

Napatitig uli siya sa likuran ng lalaki. ‘Siguro, nahihirapan na siya sa kamamaneho papunta rito. Nasisiraan na siguro siya ng ulo sa trapik. Nagiging sagabal na siguro ako sa buhay niya sa Maynila at sa oras ng trabaho niya . . .’

Nanamlay si Imee sa isiping iyon.

‘Hindi n’ya naman kasi kailangang gawin ’to, e. Naa-appreciate ko naman na gusto niyang tuparin ang ipinangako niya noon na tutulungan ako, pero kung magrereklamo lang din naman siya . . .’

Leo got out of the plantation first, climbing on a higher leveled ground before heading straight to the backyard of his old house.

There were patches of gray shadows from the trees and pale yellow sunlight on the small clearing where they walked.

Ilang hakbang na lang ang layo ng binata sa lumang bahay nang huminto at humarap ito sa kaniya.

“Okay na siguro dito. Or should we go inside the house?” seryoso nitong saad.

Imee looked around. “Baka may makarinig sa music ko rito. Hindi ba, malapit lang dito ’yong bahay nina Mang Casing at Mang Nolan?”

Leo turned his head away and sighed. “Sigurado ka na okay lang sa ’yo na pumasok tayong dalawa sa loob ng bahay?”

Imee shrugged. “Bakit? Marumi ba sa loob? Naiwan mo ’yong susi? Sige, dito na lang siguro.”

Leo sighed and nodded. He approached the closed back door of the wooden house. Sumandal ang lalaki sa dingding na pumapagitan sa pinto at sa kawayang grills ng banggerahan.

He crossed his arms and ankles before nodding at her. “Puwede ka nang magsimula.”

Pumitik ang kaba sa kaniyang dibdib. Nagmamadaling itinaas niya ang kamay na kanina pa hawak ang kaniyang cell phone. She immediately headed to the music player app.

Masigla na kanta ang balak niyang sayawan noon sa party nina Greggy at Mara, pero nakakaasiwa para sa kaniya na sayawin iyon nang nag-iisa rito, kaya ipinasya ni Imee na sasayaw siya sa isang mas mabagal na saliw ng tugtugin. She haven’t even practiced yet, making her tension double.

With a shaky finger, Imee tapped ‘play.’ Pagkalapag niya sa cell phone sa damuhan, pumailanlang sa tahimik at malilim na likurang-bakod ang isang bagong kanta na nitong Marso lang sumikat, ang ‘Dahan-dahan’ ni Maja Salvador.

Leo lowered his head, making a few strands of his disheveled blond hair hang over his sharp brows and piercing hooded eyes that shot her an underlook.

Napalunok si Imee at mabagal na sinimulan ang pagsayaw. On the outside, she displayed this sheepish, uncertain smile which perfectly captured the vibe of the slow, sensual song. Pero sa loob-loob niya, pakiramdam niya ay para siyang tanga. She thought that there was nothing sexy about her dancing to a sensual song with only a pair of pink slippers, dark blue pajamas with yellow crescent moon prints, and a black tank top with white horizontal stripes. Tipikal na pambahay lang niya ang kasuotan. A green plastic headback held her pixie hair back, away from her eyes and face.

She slowly swung her body side to side, and as soon as the music started, she stroked the right side her neck with her right hand down to the top of her chest before flicking her hand downward and tapping it over her left chest, her heart. The tapping was mimicked by her body, making her frame pound like ocean waves. Then she did the same choreography but with her left hand this time, feeling the left side of her body and tapping against her right chest before imitating a heart beat.

She raised a hand and she rolled her head from right to left to parallel the direction of her hand and arm that circled around it. Then, Imee extended her hand forward, as if she was reaching out to Leo in great despair . . . longing for him to be free, to be available for her.

She was about to pull her hand back but it got caught into something!

Imee paused, her eyes trailing from her arm to her fingers that were caught between the gaps of Leo’s fingers. Her heart grew out wings that flapped against her chest violently at the realization that his hand reached out to hers and locked their fingers together!

As the chorus kicked in, Leo slowly stepped forward. Their fingers remained entwined between each others’ gaps as their elbows folded to bring them closer.

Naiilang na napayuko siya, napaiwas ng tingin dahil sa bigat ng titig na nagmumula sa mga mata ng binata. But looking away was not enough for her to escape him as he closed his fingers to lock her hand in his’. Napasinghap siya at napaangat ng tingin nang walang-ano-anong hinablot siya nito sa baywang at hinapit padiin sa dibdib nito.

She was inches taller than him, but damn, his charisma, determination, and intensity made him seem bigger than her, larger than life. His unrelenting gaze was harder to look away from this time, for their nearness intensified his potent magnetism.

In an instant, the floor was not hers to control anymore. The music wasn’t commanding her body to move. It was Leo who was taking her in every direction that he wanted to.

They slowly danced in a circling waltz before he parted from her and spun her around. Before Imee even completed her rotation, he already pulled her close, pressing her back against his heaving chest.

Weak in the knees, Imee slowly circled her hips. She found herself walling against him until she dropped inches shorter than him, enough for Leo’s lips to reach the side of her temple for a soft kiss, a kiss that made her feel like standing tall—metaphorically, literally.

As Imee slowly straightened her legs, his lips gently dragged lower—from her temple, to the side of her face, to her cheek. The gesture made her eyes glassy, in a daze. His feather-light kiss brushed against her jaw, and as Imee tipped her head back and rested it over Leo’s shoulder, his lips buried against the side of her neck. Sumabay sa kaniyang pagliyad ang paghagod ng mga kamay nito sa magkabilang gilid ng kaniyang katawan.

His hands felt her hips, her waist, then the sides of her torso . . .

Imee released a breathy sigh to the sky as Leo clutched her sides tightly and slid his lips down to her shoulder. He gave her shoulder a gentle suck that hitched her shallow breathing before his lips headed back to her neck by trailing the tip of his tongue along her skin.

Her lips shuddered as she slowly drenched in sheer delight. Every part of her skin that his tongue ran through left a flame that burned her to life, like a candle, bending to the weight of the warm wax that runs along its surface.

Leo repositioned himself. Imee found herself weakly leaning over his strong arm before he hooked the back of her legs to carry her. Nanghihinang napatingala siya sa binata na sinalubong siya ng nagbabagang titig mula sa mga mata nito.

He lifted her high enough so that he could bend down, lowering his head to claim her lips.

Imee closed her eyes in surrender and let his warm lips guide hers—when to part, when to close, and when to suck his lips.

It felt like everything stood still—the cool breeze, the dance of the coconut trees, the shifting of shadows and sunlight on the ground, and time itself.

Tila huminto ang lahat para saksihan ang dahan-dahang palitan nila ng banayad na halik.

The moment their lips parted, they remained in their position. Pakiramdam ni Imee ay idinuduyan siya ng mga braso ni Leo habang dahan-dahan niyang pinagagapang paitaas sa dibdib nito ang isa niyang kamay hanggang sa makakawit siya sa leeg nito. Her other hand followed, so Leo lifted her higher, bringing their faces closer and lifting her into a half-sitting position.

“I . . . I actually came here to get this done. Ilang araw na akong nagdurusa sa kapipigil sa sarili ko kaya gusto ko nang matigil ang mga pagkikita natin. Pagkatapos mong sumayaw, irerekomenda kita sa isang dance coach dito sa Batangas, at hindi na ako magpapakita pa uli sa ’yo kahit kailan—”

Sa isang iglap ay nadurog ang pag-asa na kanina lang ay nabuo sa kaniyang dibdib.

“—pero,” maagap na dugtong ng lalaki na tila ba napupugto ang hininga, “hindi ko napigilan ang sarili ko, Imee.”

“Bakit ganyan ka magsalita? Bakit ka magpipigil na para bang mali na magkagusto ka sa ’kin?” nalilito niyang saad habang sinasalo ang problemadong titig mula sa mga mata nito.

Nang hindi nakasagot ang lalaki ay lakas-loob na niyang inusig ito. “Naging prangka na ’ko, Leo, kaya please . . .  please, deretsuhin mo na ako. Kumpirmahin mo na ito. Sabihin mo na gusto . . . gustong-gusto mo ako!”

A tortured look softened his face. “I can’t . . .”

“Bakit? Dahil hindi mo ako gusto? Katawan ko lang ang habol mo?”

“No!” he gritted. “Hindi lang ’yon ang iniisip ko!”

She held back her tears. Ayaw niyang maluha dahil baka magdesisyon ang lalaki base sa awang mararamdaman imbes na magpakatotoo sa nararamdaman nito para sa kaniya.

“Kilala mo ako, Imee,” he explained, his face and voice were filled with internal torture. “Papalit-palit ako ng babae. Marumi akong lalaki! Marami na’ng nakagamit sa akin! Hindi ka ba nababahala ro’n?

“Hindi ka rin ba natatakot na baka isang araw, magbago bigla itong isip ko? Na magbago bigla itong nararamdaman ko? Kasi ako, oo! Natatakot ako sa pagiging pabago-bago ng isip ko dahil ayokong masaktan ka! Of all the people, you’re the one that I shouldn’t mess with the most, especially because of Mang Baste!”

“Si Itay?” she asked in a voice that was strained already with confusion nd frustration.

“Hindi ba kakapalan ng mukha na ito ang isukli ko kay Mang Baste? Ang pag-interesan ang kanilang nag-iisang anak ni Aling Minerva ng isang lalaking katulad ko na hindi karapat-dapat para sa kan’ya? Once I break your heart, wala na akong mukhang maihaharap sa tatay mo at sa mga tao rito na mayroon akong malaking utang-na-loob! They’ll hate me for sure—”

Imee moved, forcing Leo to put her down on her feet.

“Imee . . .” tila sumamo nito ngunit hindi siya nagpapigil. Bumitiw siya agad sa leeg nito at tumayo nang tuwid.

“Kung gano’n, dapat hindi mo ako hinalikan,” nagtitimpi niyang saad. “Sa mga sinabi mo, halatang wala kang balak na seryosohin ako. Dahil kung gusto mo talaga ako, hindi mo maiisip na saktan ako. Kasi ang totoo, natatakot ka lang na baka masaktan mo ako dahil alam mo sa sarili mo na kayang-kaya mo iyong gawin sa akin.”

She was about to go, but he grabbed her arm.

“Patapusin mo muna ako, puwede?” masuyong pakiusap nito.

At sino ba siya para tumanggi? Makakaya nga ba niyang tumanggi kung may himig ng paglalambing sa boses nito?

“They’ll hate me for sure, Imee, if I made you shed just a single tear. But if you’re sure that you want to let me be a part of your life, then please, let me be. Please, tell me that you want me too.” He took in a deep breath. “Because as much as I am afraid that I might mess this up one day, like what I always do in the past, I have decided now that I want us to be together.”

Imee gently pulled her arm away from his hold. Narinig niya ang lungkot at desperasyon sa pagbuntonghininga ng binata habang nakatitig sa kaniya, nakaabang sa kaniyang sasabihin.

“Imee . . .” Hindi na ito nakatiis. “Kung natatakot ka rin, s-sige, hindi muna kita itatali sa isang relasyon. I won’t pressure you to be my girlfriend. I won’t persuade your parents yet to accept me for their daughter. If you want, we can start dating first.”

Nang hindi siya umimik ay ipinagpatuloy ng lalaki ang pakikipagkompromiso. Tila lahat ng kompromiso ay iaalok na nito sa desperasyon na mapa-oo siya.

“We’ll date, Imee. We’ll date first . . .” Tila natataranta na ito. “Kikilalanin natin ang isa’t isa. We’ll go out! We’ll make-out if you like! We’ll do everything just to see if we are compatible. Kung mapagtanto mo na may ayaw ka sa ugali ko o . . . hindi ka nasasarapan sa mga halik ko, then we will stop dating.”

He paused. Tila umaasa ito na sasagot siya sa pagkakataong ito ngunit hindi, hindi siya natinag sa pagkakatalikod sa lalaki.

He sighed as his frustration grew. “Pero kung maganda ang maging resulta ng pagde-date natin, puwede mo na akong bigyan ng go-signal na ligawan ka. Liligawan ko pati mga magulang mo. Kahit ang lahat ng mga tagarito, liligawan ko . . . just so that we’ll become an official couple. Legal girlfriend and boyfriend.”

Imee took in a deep breath and pursed her lower lip as she raised her hands and clasped them as they rested on her chest.

“Imee, please, say something. . . .” he pleaded.

“Bakit mo sinasabi ang lahat ng ito?” kontrolado niyang wika, pinipigilan na manginig ang boses. “Akala ko, natatakot ka na masaktan mo ako? Akala ko, natatakot ka na baka isang araw ay magbago bigla ang isip mo at nararamdaman mo para sa akin? Akala ko, natatakot ka kina Itay?” Imee tried to remain composed but it was too late when she realized that tears already rimmed in her eyes. “Kaya bakit inaalok mo akong makipag-date? Para saan pa kung naniniwala ka na posibleng magbago ang isip mo sa ’kin?”

Leo took her wrist again and gently turned her to face him. This time, Imee was too weak in the knees and at will to resist. She allowed him to see her quivering lips and teary eyes.

“Dahil oo, natatakot ako at intensiyon ko na ito na ang maging huli nating pagkikita. But, damn, I just kissed you, Imee. . . .” he groaned softly as if he was being tortured painfully deep within his heart and soul. With a shaky hand, he cradled her jaw between his thumb and forefinger. He gazed on her lips with longing before his thumb softly moved and stroked the corner of her lips. “Nang matikman ko ang mga labi mo, nawalan na ako ng lakas para layuan ka. Hindi ko yata kakayanin na hindi ko matikman uli ang mga halik mo. . . .”

Imee held her breath as Leo stepped closed to her. His other hand gently snaked around her nape before climbing to the back of her head, securely clutching her hair before pulling her head to his right while tilting up her chin at the same time. Muntik na siyang bumagsak, mabuti at maagap siyang sinalo ng braso nito.

“Pero . . . playboy ka . . .” This was her last attempt to save herself from his kiss. Because one more of that and she would completely surrender.

“You see, Imee, I’m just a playboy but I won’t cheat on you. Playboys tell you straight up that they are not looking for anything serious, that they just want to flirt and play. While cheaters pretend they’re in love with you, and pretends to their side chicks, too.”

“Kung gay’on, ano ngayon ang gusto mo mula sa ’kin?” pigil-hininga niyang tanong. “Playboy ka. Ibig sabihin, gusto mo lang ng kalandian, hindi ang magseryoso.”

“No. Let’s date . . . and if we like how it goes, let’s have a serious relationship.”

“Sa dami ng babae, bakit ako ang gusto mong seryosohin?”

“Dahil gusto kita. At sa daloy ng usapan natin ngayon, nakikita kong seryosong relasyon agad ang gusto mo. At dahil gusto kita, ibibigay ko kung ano ang gusto mo, magustuhan mo lang din ako. . . .”

As he cradled her shoulders against his elbow, Leo leaned down to reclaim her lips.

Muli, nagpatangay siya sa halik ng lalaki, sa mga labi nito na kung kumilos ay parang sumasayaw na apoy.

Bago sila tuluyang natupok ay nangalay ang braso nito sa pag-alalay sa pagkakaliyad niya rito. He slowly pulled away from their kiss. Maingat siyang inalalayan ng binata para makatayo na uli nang tuwid.

Kapwa naghabol sila ng hininga habang nakatitig sa mga mata ng isa’t isa. Namagitan ang nakabibinging katahimikan sa kanilang dalawa kaya lumakas ang mga bulong sa kaniyang isip na dapat na siyang umalis, tumakbo.

Imee immediately picked up her cell phone from the grass and ran away from him.

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BUONG araw inabala ni Imee ang sarili sa paglilinis sa buong bahay. Natuwa naman ang nanay niya nang natapos niya agad ang gawain bago pa ito nakauwi galing sa pamamalengke.

Sinamahan niya sa hapag-kainan ang nanay at inagaw agad ang bayong nang ilapag ito ni Aling Minerva sa mesa.

“Tulungan ko na po kayo, Inay,” she murmured yet clear enough for her mother to hear.

“Aba’y ano’ng tulungan? Hindi na, anak! Baka pagod ka sa paglilinis nitong bahay,” agaw ni Aling Minerva sa bayong para ito na ang maglabas sa mga pinamili nito. “Magpahinga ka na lang muna r’yan.”

Sinalansan lang ni Imee ang mga gulay na inilalapag ni Aling Minerva sa mesa. “Hindi po, Inay! May energy pa nga ako, e!”

Sa totoo lang, gustong abalahin ni Imee ang sarili para maalis sa isip niya ang mga nangyari noong nagkita sila ni Leo kaninang umaga. Hindi pa rin kasi niya alam kung ano ang dapat isipin o maramdaman ukol doon. It could have been simple if Leo just said that he felt the same way that she felt about him too, but no. He had to overcomplicate things by saying all the worse-case scenarios in their relationship that was not yet even existing! Natatakot tuloy siyang um-oo rito. Nagdadalawang-isip tuloy siya rito.

Nagtatakang tinitigan siya ni Aling Minerva. “Inaabala mo ang sarili mo. Ibig sabihin, may gusto kang kalimutan.”

Tumigil siya sa pagkilos at binigyan ng bagot na tingin si Aling Minerva. “’Nay, gusto ko lang naman pong mapabilis ang trabaho n’yo rine para makapagluto na tayo ng tanghalian. Gutom na ’ko, e!”

Lumiwanag ang mukha nito. Natatawang sumagot ang kaniyang nanay. “A! ’Yon! Lumabas din ang totoo!” Mahinang pinalo nito ang kaniyang kamay para bitiwan niya ang isang nakaplastik na karne ng baboy. “Oo na! Magluluto na tayo ng tanghalian, pero huwag ka munang manggulo rine.”

May kinuha si Aling Minerva mula sa bayong at inilagay ito sa kaniyang palad. When Imee looked at it, she saw three rectangular slices of yellow cassava cakes in a clear plastic.

Binigyan niya ng nagtatakang tingin si Aling Minerva.

“Alam kong gugutumin ka sa paglilinis, kaya binilhan na kita ng cassava para may makain ka habang naghahanda pa lang ako ng tanghalian natin.”

She smiled softly at her mother. “S-Salamat, ’Nay.”

“O, umalis ka na rine at kainin mo na ’yan.”

“Opo,” mahina niyang tugon at dumeretso sa sala bitbit ang isang plastik ng cassava cake.

Imee sat on the top of the bamboo sofa’s back rest. Dahil sa kaniyang posisyon ay para na rin siyang nakaupo sa bintana habang nakatanaw sa malayo, sa view ng mga puno ng niyog at ng tuktok ng burol malapit sa distillery.

Sa itinagal ng pagkakaupo niya rito ay nakadadalawang kagat pa lang siya sa isang slice ng cassava cake. Paano kasi, gumugulo pa rin sa isip niya ang nangyari sa kanila ni Leo kaninang umaga.

Imee licked her lips. Instead of the sweet cassava, she tasted something else . . .

Leo’s kiss.

Leo’s lips.

It was bitter. It was sweet. Both at the same time and all at once. The taste of his skin, his flesh, seeped deeply within her system and felt so familiar even if they were hard to describe or to name.

Pakiramdam niya ay mababaliw siya dahil aminado naman siya na masarap . . . napakasarap humalik ng lalaking iyon!

Napasandal siya sa gilid ng frame ng bintana at nilunok ang kaniyang ungol. She recalled what Leo said earlier . . .

“Oo, natatakot ako at intensiyon ko na ito na ang maging huli nating pagkikita. But, damn, I just kissed you, Imee. . . . Nang matikman ko ang mga labi mo, nawalan na ako ng lakas para layuan ka. Hindi ko yata kakayanin na hindi ko matikman uli ang mga halik mo. . . .”

For the first time, she finally understood what his words meant. Not just understood, but felt it too!

Now, she understood why so many women got crazy over him! Halik pa lang nito nakababaliw na sa sarap!

Kaya lang . . . mali ang pumayag na makipagkompromiso pagdating sa pag-ibig. Leo was supposed to be certain about how he feels for her. And by being certain, it meant, he was supposed to court her already or claim her as his girlfriend, instead of settling down with testing the waters, with just dating. After all, it was him who just made the confession!

Mali ngunit . . . natikman na niya ang mga labi ng lalaking ilang taon na niyang kinasasabikan. At kung ganitong may oportunidad para matikman niya uli ang mga labi nito nang paulit-ulit, hindi niya maaaring palagpasin ito!

‘Pero magiging mautak ako, mag-iingat ako,’ pangako ni Imee sa sarili bago nagmamadaling umalis sa sala at iniwan ang mga cassava cake sa mesita. ‘Hindi ako magpapaloko. Hindi niya ako maloloko.”

Imee rushed inside her bedroom, grabbed her cell phone that she left on her bed and texted Leo.

From: Imee

To: Leo

Pwde tayong mag-date muna. Pero may mga kondisyon ako.

After hitting send, she paced in her room back and forth—restless with her heart and breathing racing.

To her surprise, Leo replied through text instead of his usual habit of calling.

From: Leo

To: Imee

Sure. Itext mo skin mga kndisyon mo.

Napalunok siya. Mabilis pa sa mga yabag ng tumatakbong kabayo ang maingay niyang pagtitipa sa screen ng cell phone ‘Mas kakayanin ko pa kung ititigil natin ang pagde-date dahil hindi tayo compatible, kaysa sa dahil sa pinagsasabay mo ako sa ibang babae at mas pinili mo sila kaysa sa akin, kaya. . .’

As soon as Imee sent her reply, she found herself staring at the conditions that she just typed.

From: Imee

To: Leo

Una, bwal k mkipagdate sa iba kung magdedate tayong dlawa.

Pngalawa, bwal mambabae kung magdedate tayo. Hindi papasa sakin ang dhilan na fling mo lng sila at ako lng ang seryosong dinedate mo. Wlang ganun dito.

From: Leo

To: Imee

Signed,

Leonard Lapin Tierra

From: Leo

To: Imee

There, signed it. Be rest assured na ttuparin ko mga kndisyon mo. Screenshot this convo, and keep it.

Natulala si Imee sa screen ng kaniyang cell phone. ‘Kaya pala nakipag-text siya sa ’kin, dahil may screenshot-screenshot pa siyang nalalaman. Ano ’to, high-tech na ang pirmahan ng mga kasunduan?’

Nangingiting ini-screenshot niya ang usapan nila at ini-save ang litrato sa kaniyang gallery.

Pagkatapos, magre-reply na sana siya sa lalaki nang maunahan siya ng phone call nito. Tinanaw ni Imee ang saradong pinto ng kaniyang kuwarto bago pabulong na sumagot.

“Hello?”

“Ang dali naman ng mga ipinagagawa mo. Wala bang mas mahirap pa riyan?” bungad sa kaniya ni Leo. Mahina ngunit puno ng buhay at pagmamalaki ang boses nito. Nai-imagine niya tuloy na napakalapad na ng ngiti ng lalaki.

Imee smirked. “Wow. Biglang humangin dine nang pagkalakas-lakas. Huwag kang mag-alala, mas mahihirapan kang mapapayag ako na magpaligaw at makuha ang matamis kong oo.”

“Really?” he chuckled. “Mapapa-oo rin kita. Tapos, mapapa-ohhh, ohh . . .” he moaned sexily that it made her eyes widen in shock.

“Ang bunganga mo, hoy! Baka may nakaririnig sa ’yo r’yan!” pabulong niyang saway rito.

Tumigil siya sa paghinga nang marinig ang magaang pagtawa ng lalaki na mistulang musika sa kaniyang pandinig. “I’m alone in the car, Imee. Don’t worry.”

“At buwisit ka talaga, dahil halatang ‘oompf!’ lang ang habol mo!”

“Anong ‘oompf!?’”

“Itetext ko na lang at baka may makarinig. Kapag nagkataon, bye-bye ka na lang sa pangarap mong maka-date ako.”

Bahagya siyang nabigla dahil imbes na ma-offend ay natawa lang ang lalaki sa kaniyang mga sinabi. It felt so nice to know that Leo could take her silly jokes.

“I’ll wait for your sex then . . . Oops, wrong spelling. Text pala.” At binuntutan iyon ng nakatutuksong pagtawa ng binata bago ini-disconnect ang tawag.

“Napakagaling mong bumanat! Babaero ka nga talaga!” pabulong at nanggigigil niyang saad habang nakatitig sa cell phone na para bang sinesermonan ito.

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La Grilla Series #1
Copyright Registered: 2024
R-18, General Fiction, Sexy Romance, Drama
First publish on Wattpad: December 2016

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