"Enzo..." I said breathily.
Nawala lahat ng hangin sa aking hininga. He was looking at me with his eyes blazed like torches.
He moved his left hand grazing his fingers on my outer thigh, going up to my waist, to the underside of my breast, to my neck, and up to my face, cupping it, while his other hand is pressed on my left waist pinning me down as if I'll move.
I won't dare to. My body won't allow me. It's like it has a mind of it's own.
Napapikit ako at may impit na boses na lumabas sa aking bibig.
"How old are you?" He asked me again. His voice very low, deep, and dangerous.
"23" My voice is now croaky.
I saw him moistened his lips and my lips parted, breathing out air. He lowered his head slowly kissing my cheeks, my forehead, the area in between my eyes, and then my nose.
