His forehead against mine, both of us catching breath, halos walang gumagalaw. The world outside felt irrelevant, tahimik ang buong bahay pero ang t***k ng puso namin malakas at sabay. Nicholas traced my lower lip with his thumb, gentle, as if memorizing the shape of it. I could see it in his eyes, something warm and deep, something like longing that he never voiced out loud.
"You kissed me first," he whispered, voice low, husky, parang may halong tuwa at gulat.
I smiled, fingers still tangled in his hair as if releasing him would make reality snap back. "Because I missed you," sagot ko softly, cheeks warm, breath uneven. "And because I just wanted you."
He closed his eyes for a second, as if those words hit him harder than the kiss itself. When he looked at me again, there was a softne
