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I look at the guy in front of me warily; the one who showered me with kisses earlier. He has been in such a good mood. Isaiah has a smile plastered on his face, humming as he fixes the couch. He has washed the dishes, swept the floor, and fixed his room where we both slept on the same bed.

My cheeks blush when I remember the we did sleep on the same bed. I can remember the feel of his arms around – it was warm, and his arms became my safe haven that last night. My back was pressed gently on his chest, and his thumb was rubbing circles on my exposed skin that left me speechless.

I'm going to admit, I felt the best last night. I'm a heavy sleeper, and I usually sleep 8 or 9 hours, and it's enough to keep me in a good mood. But what happened last night did something different to me. Yes, it weirded me out that I woke up in a different room other than mine, and as soon as I became conscious, memories came back rushing inside my head; everything that happened last night replayed in my head like a broken record. And as early as when I woke up, my heart beat faster than it had ever been.

Isaiah's kisses were magical, and I can't seem to wrap my head around it. His kisses were gentle, and there was a fire burning inside me that urged me to kiss him back. Maybe it was because I've been dealing with this emotion for over a week and I vented it all out when we were in that moment.

But for some reason, I don't regret anything.

I let out a groan when I realize I've been thinking of the kiss we shared and Isaiah. Earlier in the kitchen, we were acting like a couple and I didn't actually mind it. It was so embarrassing for me to be aware of what we did earlier. Believe me, I tried to push him away, like for real. But I couldn't have the guts to do.

There is something about Isaiah Parlin that keeps me wanting him. I'm ashamed to admit it, but every time I deny that I feel something towards him, the more intense it gets. I trace back to the first time I met him, and I thought he was this rude, foul-mouthed, monster son of a bitch as what Dylan made him to be, but then I got a chance to get to know him better, and it was all proven wrong. He has been a nice guy to me, and even though I can't explain right now what's going on, I'd like to try this – whatever's going on between us.

Besides the kiss, I remember him calling me babe. I let out another groan. It's a term of endearment I thought I would never hear again since it has been a long time since I've been in a relationship. Am I in a relationship right now? I have no idea. I actually like the endearment he called me, and I don't fucking understand myself. Putangina.

I want to call my friends right now and talk to them, but it's just 2 in the morning on Saturday in the Philippines. Max or Sophie doesn't get up that early, so I'm left alone with my thoughts, and these thoughts are eating me up. How can it not? Isaiah and I are sharing the same house, which means I will always see him around – in the house, in the school. I let out a groan and yell in frustration on my pillow, the pillow muffling my scream. I get up, check myself in the mirror, and see myself blushing. My cheeks are painted pink, and my ears are all red. I put a hand on my chest, hoping that my heart would calm down. It has been that way since last night.

Getting down, I notice the living room is empty. I check the kitchen as well, but Isaiah isn't there. I sigh in relief, glad to have the house by myself. I grab a few chips available in the cupboard and head straight to the pool.

I can't believe that after living in this house for a couple of weeks, I never tried to dip in the pool once. I mean, it's really inviting. And trust me, I've been wishing to have a house with a pool and seeing this in front of me is actually a dream come true.

I put down the chips on the ground and lie down on the wooden beach bed facing the pool. Sighing in contentment, I pick up Lays, open it, and start gobbling down. I shut my eyes while I eat, relaxed. It's not that hot today, and the weather is quite good. It's windy, cloudy enough to block the sun. The weather soothes my inner soul.

A bead of water drops onto my face, and I scrunch up my face in confusion. The weather is good; I just saw it, so I don't think it's going to rain. The water must have come from the pool, and it happens even though there isn't anyone taking a deep. Probably just a random stuff going into the pool. But then when the beads of water keep dropping into my face, I open my eyes.

My eyes widen, and I yelp when I see Isaiah standing over me with a smirk tugged on his lips. Isaiah is completely drenched, and his shorts are hanging dangerously low around his hips. My eyes skim his body, finding how toned his chest is. He also has a few abs showing, and I suck in a breath when he notices me staring. I try to look away, but Isaiah seems to have other plans as he crawls on top of me. He puts his arms on either side of me, caging me. I gulp.

"This wooden beach bed is not going to hold us together," I reason out.

Isaiah leans down, straddling me and my breath hitches. He leans forward, and I can feel his breath fanning my ear. A shiver run downs my spine when Isaiah begins to touch my stomach with his wet hands. At the same time, his drenched body is making me – literally – wet.

"I don't know. It seems fine." Isaiah says, his voice husky. His voice is low, and Isaiah begins nibbling on my ear. A gasp escapes my lips, and I purse my lips to prevent myself from moaning out loud. "Would you rather do this somewhere else?"

Mustering up a courage, I push him away and he stares at me in shock. I stand up, still blushing. I refuse to look at him. I'm about to turn around when he catches my wrist. He turns me around, pulls me closer, and attacks my lips. I press my mouth to his, my arms automatically wrapping around his neck. I tilt my head to get better access on his mouth, and just like that, I forget what has been happening. My fingers get lost in his hair as he presses our bodies together, and when he finally bites my lower lip, I let out the moan I've been holding.

I can feel Isaiah smiling over the kiss, but I'm too focused on my lips smashing with his that I don't even feel he's lifting me up bridal style. He pulls away for a moment before giving me a genuine smile. The sun hits his face, giving him that godly appearance that makes my heart do somersaults. I'm too lost in his eyes that I don't realize he has thrown me into the pool, not until my face connects with the surface. My whole body has been submerged in the water, and when I resurface, Isaiah is laughing out loud.

Flipping him off, I'm ready to get up from the pool when he dives in, splashing some water on my face and I let out an irritated groan. Isaiah grabs my legs and pulls me, and I topple back into the water again. Once I resurface, I'm ready to yell at him when his arms wrap around my waist, and his forehead rests against mine.

I'm speechless.

I have never noticed the color of his eyes until now, and they are so fucking beautiful. They are a color of blue, dotted with white and grey surrounding the irises. I never notice how attractive he really is. His blonde hair is cut on the side, small bangs gelled upwards, there's a few strands of his hair in the middle, curled, and sitting between his eyes. His lips are full, pinkish, and inviting.

But his eyes. I could get lost in his eyes forever. The more I stare at it, the deeper I fall into a trance. I could watch his eyes for the entire day and never get tired of it. Seriously, some people are really gifted to have eyes like this. I'm not saying brown eyes are bad, but I guess I just got used to seeing them back home considering Filipinos' eyes are mostly brown.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he rasps, and Isaiah is looking at me with hopefulness in his eyes. My heart begins racing again, and I take a deep breath to calm myself down. "I want to get to know you more."

"That seems to be a bad idea, Isaiah."

"Hey," he runs his nose against mine and I listen to his calm breathing. "Come on, give this guy a chance. Don't you want to explore this further? You said it, you're confused. And this is a good opportunity for us to really get to know ourselves."

"I don't know,"

"Please, baby." Isaiah practically begs, giving me puppy eyes. I blush from hearing the term of endearment again, and the words get stuck in my throat. "We will just do cliché stuff like going to the cinemas, or eat outside. Go to a random cliff and bask under the stars as we watch city lights. I'm not even sure where to find that. Let's try that, yeah? And then if you still don't feel like it, I can take you home. Actually, I can take us home since we're living in the same house." He chuckles.

I watch Isaiah and let out a sigh, nodding my head. I can literally see him fist-pumping as he gives me a wide grin. He steals a quick kiss that has me blushing and dives into the water. I turn around and prop my arms onto the pool gutter, and breathe in and out. Isaiah has been doing a lot of things to me that I can't get enough.

I definitely need to tell Max about this.

At least, he would know what advice to give me, considering he's in the same position. Well, not really. He doesn't have a guy like Isaiah, but he's been gay. And he knows a lot of stuff better than me. Hello, may I remind myself, this is my first time doing this. I've been kissing a guy, and I fucking like it. In fact, if given a chance, I would drown myself in Isaiah's kisses.

A few minutes later, we both get out of the pool. It's just 3 in the afternoon, and I feel like making a snack. Plus, I didn't exactly get to enjoy my chips because Isaiah came and ruined it for me. But then again, he offered something much better. I blush when I realize what I've been thinking, and scold myself internally.

My clothes are totally wet, and I take off my top. I grab a pack of nachos in the cupboard, and the cheese and ground beef in the fridge. Someone's arms wrap from behind me, and I jolt up. I realize that it's Isaiah and I breathe in relief. Isaiah's fingers trail up across my abdomen to my chest, and he kisses my shoulder. I turn around to face him.

"I can't get enough of you, you know that?" Isaiah says huskily, then he nibbles on my ear. I forget what I'm doing. What am I doing again? "And the fact that you're topless is such a sight. Never have I been fascinated by a man's body, but you, sir, successfully changed that."

"Isaiah, I'm making hotdogs." I say out of nowhere.

He chuckles. "Really? You're making hotdogs with nachos, beef, and cheese?" He tightens his hold around me. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent and Isaiah sighs in contentment. "Babe, would you like us to go to shower together?"

"I'm making hotdogs, I mean, um... nachos with beef." I say, unsure of what to do. Isaiah smirks at my reaction. "You have your own shower in your room, and I have my own personal shower area, which I think it's great. Bakit biglang sobrang init?"

"Hmm, could you teach me Filipino?"

"Why would you want to learn Filipino?"

Isaiah ponders for a moment before breaking into a smile. "I don't know. Maybe because the guy I really like speak that language, and I think it's an interesting language. And when the guy I like speaks in his native language, I actually find it sexy."

"What can you possibly find sexy in my accent or native language?"

He purses his lips, trying to hide a smile, but he fails. "Your r is thick, and you have trouble mentioning the letter c. It's quite rough. And sometimes, your b and v get mixed up. I think it's really cute. You have a quite rough accent, but at the same time, you manage to make it softer, but sometimes it slips out, you know. Your accent."

"Could you tell me why?" he asks me.

"Tell you why? What do you mean?"

"Why is your accent like that? I'm curious."

"Hmm, let me think." I ponder for a moment, looking back at the time when I was in elementary school to learn basic stuff. "Ah, yes, in the Philippines' original alphabet, letter c does not exist. Wait, wait... A... ba... ka... da... e... ga... ha... i... la... Yes, we don't have letter v as well in our alphabet. But later on, it was added. But Filipinos are not really fond of letter c, or v."

"Interesting..." Isaiah nods his head. "So are you still single?"

"Excuse me?" My eyes are wide. I'm not sure if I heard him right.

"I'm asking if you're single." Isaiah steps away, a blush now creeping up his cheeks. He scratches the back of his neck, looking anywhere but me. "I mean, I just asked because, you know, we're doing these things already and it feels like we're already a couple, you know what I mean. Ah, fuck, I'm not even sure what I'm saying. You know what, don't answer that. I'm going to ask you once we're comfortable enough with this, yeah?"

My heart wants to leap right out of my chest. Isaiah turns around, showing me his muscle behind his back. From here, I can see how his shoulders slump up and down slowly due to his breathing. I trail my fingers across his smooth back, and I see him tense for a moment before he relaxes.

Isaiah turns around to face me with a huge smile. "My offer still stands."

"What offer are you saying?" I ask him, rolling my eyes, punching him playfully. He grins at me, and I realize the question he gave me earlier. My cheeks redden. "No thanks. You should go wash up. I'm just going to prepare these hotdogs... I mean, the nachos. And we can eat together while watching a movie?"

"Yeah, sounds perfect to me." Isaiah grins, turns on his heels, and heads straight to the stars.

Hesitantly, as I muster up another courage, I yell. "Hurry up, babe!"

I have never seen Isaiah run so fast back to me, his eyes wide. His hands grab my shoulders, and there's a huge grin plastered on his beautiful face. Isaiah literally showers my face with kisses, and his little stubble is tickling me as he runs his lips across my cheek. I laugh, lightly pushing him away.

Prancing around as he walks away, he turns around once again to blow me a kiss. I roll my eyes playfully, and continue making the nachos. I heat up a pan to cook the beef first, then put the cheese in an oven. That's the easiest way for me to melt that glorious cheese.

Once I'm done cooking, I let the nachos sit on the table and head to my room to shower. I feel my pants clinging tightly around my neck, and the smell of chlorine has already clung to my body. I enter the shower, and wash away all the sins attached on my lips. And as I shower, images of Isaiah kissing me replay in my head. A smile graces my lips as I touch my lips with the tip of my fingers.

His kisses are definitely magical.

And god, his arms. The way he holds me is just fucking great. His arms are strong, firm, and you can see those little veins making its way to his arm. Good Lord, he also has a blonde happy trail running from his bully button, getting lost into his pants. Damn it, I've already seen those before but why am I only finding it attractive now? What has changed? Is it because the happy trail belongs to Isaiah? I don't even want to know the answer.

Because I fucking know that it's because it's Isaiah's. That's the fucking answer.

Aba ginoong Maria, napupuno ka nang grasya. I start praying because lately, my thoughts are becoming dirtier. It started with a kiss, and now, I'm thinking of that happy trail, and his toned body, and his abs. I shake my head, trying to erase the image in my head. But it's stuck!

After I shower, I choose a white shirt and plain grey shirts to wear. Grey has always been my favorite color, and trust me, I have a lot of grey clothes in my drawer. Once fully clothed, I head back down to find Isaiah sitting on the couch. He's not wearing any top, and he waves at me when he sees me. I turn around, blushing. I let out a sigh, and turn to face him again. He already has the nachos in his hands, and the Netflix has already been put on. He puts on The Hunger Games: Catching Fire on, and I thank God because that's one of my favorite movies, and books.

Well, I have only read The Hunger Games. Nothing more.

"There's something wrong," Isaiah says as he scrunches up his nose.

I take a seat beside him. "What is it?"

Isaiah turns to look at me, scanning me. "Ah, all right, I know now." He grabs my white shirt, and removes it from me. My eyes widen. "There, better. Now come here!" He pulls me to his lap, and plays the movie. "Ah, much better. Do you want some nachos, baby?"

"Um, yes, sure." I'm about to get some nachos in the bowl when he slaps my hand. I glare at him. "What's your problem? I made that."

Picking up a piece of nacho, he gently bites the tip of the nachos and offers it to me. I blush at the action. I try to get it from his mouth with my hand, but he shakes his head. I sigh, grabbing the nacho from his mouth with my own, and once it's in my mouth, he kisses me on the lips.

"Good nachos." He winks.