Pwede na siyang mamatay na masaya, sa totoo lang. Sino ba namang hindi na sa loob ng mahabang panahon ay naangkin na niya sa wakas ang babaeng tinatangi niya. The gentle weight of her comforted him. One of her legs had wound around his; her foot was tucked against his calf. As her breathing slowed he stroked her hair, breathing in the heady scent of her perfume mingled with perspiration and s*x. Beside his head her hands were still clutching the pillow.
"That was okay, I guess," she mumbled against his neck, chuckling when he turned to look her in the eye. "Kung gusto mo talaga ang ganoong bagay."
Glossy dark strands of hair covered half her face and he pushed them aside. Her lips were swollen and parted, her cheeks were bright pink. Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he brought her
