FAST FORWARDED NA TO WHEREIN NAGING homebodies na tlga sila AHHDNDOANXLZOSKSN KSKALA...
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CLAIRE's POV
It's a typical Friday night, but tonight feels different. My apartment is quiet, save for the low hum of the music I've set to play softly in the background. The playlist is a mix of mellow tracks, something to calm my nerves, but it's not working. I'm too on edge, my thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation and nervous energy.
I glance at the clock. It's almost time. I stand up, trying to distract myself by tidying up, even though I know it's pointless. Everything is already in place-the candles on the coffee table, the dim lighting, the fresh sheets on the bed. It's all a part of the routine now, something I set up every time Bada comes over. But tonight, my heart is racing more than usual.
The knock on the door comes with a sharp, deliberate sound, like a jolt to my already frayed nerves. I freeze for a moment, feeling the familiar rush of excitement mixed with anxiety. I take a deep breath, attempting to compose myself before I head to the door.
When I open it, there she is. Bada. She's leaning against the doorframe, her posture casual and confident, her black wixed with her blonde hair tousled just enough to look effortlessly stylish. She's dressed in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, looking both relaxed and incredibly attractive. Her eyes catch mine, and that mischievous smile spreads across her face. It's the kind of smile that makes my heart skip a beat, every single time.
"Hey," she says, her voice a soothing, velvety drawl. "Got a minute?"
I try to smile, though it feels shaky. "Yeah, of course. Come in."
She steps inside without waiting for further invitation, her presence filling the space with an energy that's both exhilarating and intimidating. I watch as she casually tosses her bag onto the couch, its thud barely audible over the music. Her ease is in stark contrast to the fluttering chaos inside me.
Bada makes her way over to me, her movements fluid and natural, like she's walking into her own home. I can't help but notice how the dim lighting casts soft shadows on her face, accentuating the sharp angles of her jawline and the intensity of her eyes. Every detail, every small gesture, seems amplified in this moment.
Mukha mo palang, nanghihina na ako
"Want something to drink?" | ask, my voice sounding more uncertain than I'd like. I already know the answer, but I ask anyway, trying to keep things casual.
She shakes her head, already closing the distance between us. "No, l'm good. I came here for something else."
Her words are laced with a kind of intimacy that makes my pulse quicken. She's so close now that I can feel the warmth of her body, the faint scent of her perfume, a mix of Sensual orange blossom and rich, bold lavender are at the heart of the scent, with hints of vanilla and musk adding a slightly sweet, warm edge, something that makes my head spin. Her hands find their way to my hips, and she pulls me in with a confidence that leaves me breathless.
Bada's touch is electric. Her fingers are warm against my skin, her grip firm but gentle. She leans in, her lips brushing against my neck.
Binabaliw mo ako
The sensation sends shivers down my spine, every nerve in my body igniting at the contact. I close my eyes, trying to savor the moment, to push aside the nagging thought that this is all there is.
"hmmmm" I moaned as she presses a soft kiss to my neck, her breath warm against my skin. I tilted mey head to give her more access allowing her to lick every part of my ceck. Her touch is so familiar, yet every time feels like the first-new, thrilling, and deeply unsettling.
