Holding You (Kairo’s POV)
“Hindi kita bibitawan, Yanna.” I whispered it low, almost a growl, my chest pressing against hers as we sank deeper into the softness of the bed. The dim glow from the bedside lamp flickered against her hair, golden strands falling across her flushed cheeks, making her look like the most fragile, precious thing I had ever seen. She pressed her forehead against mine, breathing shallow, her small hands clutching at my shirt as if she were scared I’d disappear if she loosened her grip. “K-Kairo… ang… ang lapit mo…” she whispered, voice trembling between awe and vulnerability. “I told you,” I murmured, possessive and low, fingers tangling in her hair. “Ikaw lang ang gagawin kong hawak… ikaw lang.” Her breath hitched, and I felt the subtle tremor of her body against mine. Every shiver, ever
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