Red Strings of Fate (Haunted Series 2)

Strings 29: Tangled Threads

warning: mature content (sexual)

He backed down from whatever was brewing between us. "Fuck."

"Bakit?" Huminga ako. Nakalimutan ko nung nakatitig ako sa kanya.

He holds my neck and cheek with the right amount of pressure as he leans closer. "You are beautifully hypnotic my little Hope."

"Huh?"

"I want to kiss you."

Madilim sa safehouse kaya nagtatago ang aming mga ekspresyon. Ngayon, kasabay ng sumisikat na araw at ang puting ilaw sa kwarto ni TJ, hindi ko maiwasan ang tingin niyang nag iinit.

"What's stopping you? Ay! I mean—" Dumulas pababa ang aking mga mata. Hindi man lang ako nagpakipot?

Tumawa siya, tinaas ang panga ko gamit ang isang daliri. "It seems that I'm not the only one regretting what we didn't start."

Nilapag niya ang kutsara sa lamesa at doon ko lang napansin na ubos na ang pagkain sa pinggan. Baka tapos na ako kanina pa, pero hindi ko maalala kung kailan dahil sa lalakeng inuupuan ko.

May makapal na bagay na dumikit sa aking tagiliran na kailangan kong tumingin pababa—para lamang matitigan ang kanyang maumbok na pagkalalaki sa manipis niyang boxers.

"You're red, Red."

Mabilis akong nag iwas ng tingin, pano ko ba 'to kinaya kagabi? "Yung panahon kasi... I'm hot."

"True." Ngisi niya. Sobrang lakas ng tibok ng puso ko, nagulat ako na hindi ito tumalon mula sa katawan ko at tumakbo sa kwarto na sumisigaw.

"A-ano?"

"Ano?"

He called me hot, and it's making me hot.

Pinigilan ko ang isang ungol na malapit nang kumawala sa aking mga labi dahil sa sobrang kapal ng tensyon, kailangan kong magsalita para masiguradong totoo 'tong nangyayari.

"Anong ginagawa natin, TJ?" Sa wakas, nagtanong ako at ipinahayag ang tumatakbo sa aking isipan.

Para kaming naglalaro ng tagu-taguan.

He spreads his large hand inside my shirt, eliciting a shock wave through my whole body. "I'm debating if I should fuck you or not baby."

I choke on my breath. "A-ano?"

"You're making me repeat what I'm saying again. Give up pretending as if you have trouble hearing because you heard me." His free hand strokes my neck and then makes a slow path to my mouth. His eyes roamed all over my face. "I've wanted to fuck you ever since we met."

I have whiplash from his confession and how fast this side of him appeared.

"A-Ah eh."

He laughs at namula ako nang wala man lang matinong lumabas sa bunganga ko.

"Why are you shy again, my little Hope?"

Hindi ko alam. Maybe because when we made out, it was at night, and now the sun had just said hi. Or because this is the mansion where some of his family, friends, and guests stay.

"Your siblings are just next door," I whisper, and he smiles.

"Then you have to stay quiet so they don't hear you moan."

Or he's simply too much. He's so overwhelming, he's making me combust.

The hand on my mouth slips to the back of my head as he pulls my hair. He gained access on my neck, and he wasted no time on kissing and leaving wet trails.