Akira couldn't believe what was happening to her now. The person she hated—the person she called crazy, old and arrogant; now kissing her and not only that—this old man was making her experience an inexplicable feeling.
She wanted to protest—her mind was screaming for her to stop. This was enough but her body was screaming something else; she wanted more.
"Hmm.." hindi niya maiwasang hindi mapaungol lalo na ng maramdaman niyang naglulumikot na ang kamay ni Harry papunta sa iba't ibang bahagi ng kanyang katawan.
"Akira ano ba'ng nangyayari sa'yo? Wake-up Akira, wake-up." Sigaw ng isip niya ngunit walang magawa ang isipan niya—mas matimbang ngayon ang tawag ng katawan niya.
Ng mga oras na iyon' masasabi niyang nasa alapaap siya. Sino ba naman kasi ang mag-aakala na ganito pala ang pakira
