No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 10- Passionate night

"I know."

Fuck.

I should walk away.

I should stop this before it's too late.

But when Aiah looked at me like that, when her voice dropped into that smooth, dangerous tone-

I wasn't sure if I even wanted to.

Aiah's fingers trailed lightly along my arm, slow and teasing, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

"Tell me, Mikha..." Her voice was low, intoxicating, dripping with the kind of confidence that made it impossible to look away. "Do you regret leaving me?"

I wanted to say no. I wanted to throw her words back at her, to tell her that I had moved on, that she didn't affect me anymore.

But then-

Her hand slid to my waist, her touch burning through the fabric of my shirt.

My breath hitched.

"Hmm?" She hummed, her fingers tracing lazy circles against my skin, just above the waistband of my jeans. "Hindi ka ba nagsisisi, Mikha?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ignore the way my body was betraying me.

Damn her.

Damn her for still knowing exactly how to break me.

"Aiah, stop-"

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my jaw, barely a kiss-more like a promise.

"Tell me you don't miss this."

A small gasp escaped me before I could stop it, my fingers digging into the fabric of her shirt.

She smirked, knowing she was winning.

"Tell me you don't want me anymore."

I tried-I really did. But the words wouldn't come.

Not when her hands were on me.

Not when she was looking at me like that.

Not when I was already losing control.

Aiah's touch was a slow burn-teasing, deliberate, merciless.

Her fingers skimmed my waist before slipping under my shirt, her nails grazing my skin just enough to send a shiver down my spine.

"Hindi ka nagsisisi, 'di ba?" she murmured, her lips brushing against the sensitive spot on my neck. "Sabihin mo, Mikha."

I sucked in a sharp breath, my resolve crumbling with every second she was this close.

"Aiah, stop-" But my voice was weak, breathless, betraying the way my body was already leaning into her.

"Hmm?" She chuckled, her tone dripping with amusement. "Kung ayaw mo, bakit hindi mo ako tinutulak?"

Damn her.

Damn her for knowing I wouldn't.

Her hands slid higher, tracing every curve of my body like she was reclaiming something that had always been hers.

My fingers curled into her shirt, my breaths coming out in uneven gasps as she devoured every bit of control I had left.

And then-