Something happened last night.
I knew it was morning already but I wanted to prolong the previous events in my life. Nanatili akong nakapikit, dinadamdam ang mga pangyayari kagabi nang ihatid niya ako sa suite ng isang hindi kalayuang hotel.
“Don’t do this to me, miss. I’m drunk too.” Those were his words as his face contorted into rage and desire. “You don’t seem the type to do these things. Don’t do something that you’ll regret tomorrow morning.”
“I won’t regret it, I promise,” I whispered in his ear.
Kahit malabo na ang mga mata dahil sa alak at sa kaiiyak ay nakita ko ang marahas niyang paglunok. We were once again inside a taxicab, the space small enough to let me feel his goosebumps. Nasa isang masikip na pwesto na naman kami kaya ramdam na ramdam ko ang init niya. Even under
