The morning after their kiss, Yael woke up earlier than usual. No hangover. No unfamiliar woman beside him. No lipstick stain on his shirt. Just silence and the echo of Jam’s lips on his. Di niya alam kung anong klaseng gayuma ang ginamit sa kanya ni Jam para maging ganito siya ka praning, like seriously. He used to date beautiful women, bunch of beautiful women, models, artist, beauty queens and all that but no one can make him feel this way, the way Jam did. Sa totoo lang ay hindi rin siya gaanong nakatulog nang nagdaang gabi.
He sat up on the edge of the bed, running a hand over his face.
"What are you doing to me, Jam?"
For the first time in years, Yael Vergara didn’t feel like himself. He didn’t crave the chase. He didn’t crave attention.
He only craved her, parang nababaliw na
