After dressing up, I sat sa gilid ng kama tying my heels. Nicholas stood by the door, arms crossed, watching like he didn't want me to leave. He looked like a man who wanted to say something but held back.
"I'll text you kapag nasa set na ako," sabi ko.
He nodded but stepped closer, making the space smaller. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb gently tracing the corner of my mouth.
"Be safe. No skipping meal. Drink water. And if anyone bothers you call me immediately."
"Nag security ka na nga sa bahay, gusto mo bodyguards ko sa set?" I teased.
"If it keeps you alive... yes," he said without humor.
I laughed. "Grabe. Wala namang papatay sa akin."
His jaw tightened. "The internet says otherwise."
I froze a little. Nakalimutan ko saglit. The threats. The comments. The fear.
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