Sobrang tahimik ng kotse, pero ramdam mo ‘yung ingay ng mga bagay na hindi mo pwedeng sabihin.
Kyle's grip on the steering wheel was tight — almost punishing. Kanina pa siya hindi makahinga nang maayos. Lahat ng ginawa niyang pagpipigil ay parang unti-unting natutunaw sa init ng pagitan nila. Every time he remembered the way her breath hitched when his hand brushed her skin… para siyang nilalason ng sarili niyang hangarin.
She was beside him now. Nakatingin sa bintana. Tahimik. Pero alam niyang gising ang bawat himaymay ng katawan nito — just like his.
“Um… thanks for the ride,” she finally said, barely above a whisper.
Kyle swallowed hard. Don’t look. He told himself. Don’t look at her.
Pero syempre, tiningnan niya.
At parang pinagbabayaran niya agad ‘yung kasalanan ng pagtingin.
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