Soft sunlight filtered through the curtains as we slept tangled together in the bedroom, Asher hugging me from behind, his arms tightening around my waist, his face pressed gently against the crook of my neck.
“Asher!” a firm voice called from outside.
I woke up to a sharp knock rattling the door, cutting through the silence.
The knocking did not stop. It came again and again, urgent and demanding. Asher stiffened, pushing himself up on the bed and glancing at me.
I felt the warmth of his lips press softly against my forehead. “Good morning,” he murmured. "Continue your sleep. Mamayang hapon pa ang pasok mo,” he said softly before standing and heading toward the door.
I watched him walk away, still caught between sleep and waking, wondering who would show up this early.
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