CHAPTER 19 - LABEL
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HANNAH
It's been almost nine months and I'm getting used to life here in Cebu. From time to time, Adonis and Freya come to visit me and take vacations. Papa, on the other hand, has been busy with the upcoming election because he is supporting Harley's father to take his place. Finally, our family will be rid of chaotic politics.
Harley is still flirting with me. We talked a lot and I finally opened up to him. The wall between us no longer exists. I feel more comfortable with him.
When I'm with Harley I don't think about Apollo anymore. He's not a cover-up. Harley just overwrote my feelings for Apollo.
I was caught in his arms as we lay in the back of his pickup truck. The thick comforter is laid out so it doesn't hurt the back lying there. We're watching the stars and dark skies while waiting for the rumored meteor shower.
"Harley..." I called him and he stopped talking about how outrageous it was in high school.
"What? Thirsty?" He caressed my hair.
"Let's put a label on this."
He stopped. "What label, baby?"
"I want us to be official." I got up a little and laid my upper body on top of him.
He was dumbfounded. He inhaled and covered his face with both hands.
I frowned. "Are you crying? Hey!"
"I thought you were already in a relationship last month." He said while continuing to cover his face with his hands.
I laughed out loud. "What?! You're assuming! Is it true?!"
"Yes! That's why I made an effort today for date night because I thought it was our first monthsary. I even bought a gift for you!" He said shyly.
I was amused by the reaction he showed. I removed his hand and our eyes met.
"Thank you..." I said sweetly. "...for not giving up on me."
"You're worth it."
My lips moved closer to him. My eyes drifted closed and I heard the sound of my breath, smelled the fresh scent of his soap, and felt the heat of his mouth as it grazed mine.
The moment spun out until it was nearly unbearable. His mouth parted and the peppermint of his toothpaste flowed into my mouth as his tongue met mine in a soft and insistent caress that soon had me matching every thrust of his tongue with one of my own.
My eyes stayed closed. The darkness behind my lids was traced with red and the heat of his body grew as he crushed me to his chest. My breasts flattened against that muscular expanse and my lower body pressed into his.
His breathing sped up a little, and his hands began exploring my body more freely.
I moaned softly as he caressed my shoulder and then my hip, his hand sliding down my leg, trailing his fingers down my calf. A moment later, both of his hands moved to my breasts and I gasped as he cupped them delicately.
"We have to stop." He said between our lips. I responded with a moan and pulled him closer to me. He laughed a little.
"We can't do it in public, baby. Someone is watching. I'm not wearing anything bulletproof." he said, laughing.
"We're just kissing." I weakly promised and caressed his broad back.
He groaned and broke the kiss. "I know, but my hand is demonic, Hannah."
"It's okay to touch me." I didn't stop and licked his neck, leaving a hickey. He gently pushed me, catching my breath.
"You little fox, we are not here for this." He got off on top of me and we both sat down.
I just noticed that he had opened the first three buttons of my blouse. My cheeks warmed up and fixed it.
"I... I got carried away," I said, and looked away.
Harley held my cheek and gently wiped my lips with a handkerchief. "There is a right time for this. Let's take it slow, okay?"
I nodded. When he finished wiping my lips, I leaned onto him. We held hands while watching the meteor shower. This feeling is the best.
I hope Harley and I make it to the end.
When the meteor shower ended, Harley and I were still hugging each other. But there is something really ruining this good time. It's my stomach.
I farted.
Harley and I looked at each other. With that expression, I showed him that I wasn't the one who made that embarrassing sound.
Harley laughed out loud. "Is there a cow near us? Why does that sound seem so close?"
I hit him. "It's your fault! What sane man would bring stewed sweet potatoes on a date night?!"
He still didn't stop laughing and he lay down again holding his stomach. "It was your request!"
"Bring me home to us! My stomach really hurts!"
"Wait... wait, baby. I'm not done laughing yet."
I hit him but he still didn't stop laughing. Until he farted too. He stopped.
At that time, I laughed too. "You too! Is this a competition?!"
We laughed for a few minutes until we both stopped because we felt a stomach ache. We hurriedly got into the pick-up and went home to the mansion. We are restless in the car.
"This is your fault." It's my fault.
"You said you wanted sweet potatoes. Why am I the one to blame now?"
When we got home, we quickly got out of the car. When the maid opened the door, we immediately passed her.
"Why did you come back so early?" We caught my mom’s attention.
"Hi, aunt." Harley's smile was strained and he was sweating.
"Mom, Harley is my boyfriend! He needs to poop. Can he use the toilet?!"
"H-Huh? Y-Of course!" I immediately showed Harley the comfort room and he took big steps there. "Why are you acting like that? What did you two eat?!"
"Sweet potatooooo!" I screamed as I ran up to my room.
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