ARYNN FAJARDO
Iniiwas ni Youji ang kanyang balikat nang tangkain kong ipatong ang kamay roon.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“It’s okay.”
His breath came steady and deep.
A wave of goosebumps foiled any semblance of common sense I had left. My heart beat like a conga drum. I could barely breathe, waiting for Youji to end his cruel tease as he stared down at me, tasting my mouth with his eyes before he’d even tried to kiss me.
Bumaba muli ang labi niya sa akin. Inihawak ko na lamang ang aking kamay sa kanyang bewang habang patuloy sa paglalaro ang aming mga labi.
Idiniin niya ako sa pader ng bathroom. “I like the way you feel against me.”
“You do?” I asked, the words leaving on a breathless sigh.
His breath was warm and almost soft against the surface of my skin.
His right hand sli
