(Kyle’s POV)
Tahimik.
Mas tahimik pa sa kalmadong dagat bago dumating ang bagyo.
Xena was still sitting across me, her notebook half-open, pen twirling between her fingers. Pero halatang wala na rin siyang naiintindihan sa new chapter ng Algebra. Kanina pa kasi kami nagtatagisan ng tingin — ‘yung mga tinging dapat ay walang ibig sabihin pero ngayon parang sumisigaw ng lahat ng hindi namin masabi.
She bit her lip again — that same habit that kills my sanity every single time.
“Focus, Xena,” I muttered, my voice lower than I intended. “You’ll forget the formula again.”
Pero hindi na yata formula ang gusto niyang matandaan.
Because her gaze… lingered.
Direct. Brave. Dangerous.
“Kyle,” she whispered my name softly, almost like a question, almost like a dare.
My throat tightened. Don’
