No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 24- Shower together

"Hmm?" I murmured, leaning in, our foreheads almost touching.

She bit her lip, eyes locked onto mine. "Loko ka."

I grinned. "Alam mo namang matagal na."

And then, just as the warm water poured over us, she finally stopped pretending to resist.

Mikha let out a surprised squeal as I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her toward the bathtub. "Aiah! Ano ba!" she protested, half-laughing, half-scolding as she gripped my shoulders for balance.

I smirked, turning on the faucet to let the tub fill with warm water. "Relax ka lang, Miss Dela Cruz. Mas masarap magbabad kaysa sa mabilisang ligo," I said smoothly, settling in first and tugging her down with me.

She shot me a suspicious glare but didn't resist. "Tsk. Ginagawa mo lang talaga 'to para hindi ako makalabas agad, 'no?"

I chuckled, my hands resting lazily on the rim of the tub. "Maybe. Pero aminado kang masarap 'yung idea, 'di ba?"

Mikha sighed dramatically before finally settling against me, her back pressed against my chest. The moment her body relaxed into mine, I felt my heart thud a little harder.

The water rose, surrounding us in comforting warmth, and for a while, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the faint splashing of water and our soft breaths.

Mikha tilted her head slightly, her damp hair brushing against my cheek. "Grabe ka, Aiah," she murmured.

"Hmm?" I hummed, resting my chin lightly on her shoulder.

She turned her head slightly, just enough for our faces to be inches apart. Her eyes searched mine, curiosity and something else-something softer-dancing in them. "Wala lang... Ang galing mo mangloko pero... mas gusto ko 'pag ganito ka."

My smirk softened into something more genuine. "Ganito paano?"

Mikha hesitated for a moment before whispering, "'Yung seryoso. 'Yung hindi lang puro laro."

The playful glint in my eyes dimmed slightly as my grip on her waist tightened just a bit. "Mikha..."

She held my gaze, waiting.

I exhaled, my forehead resting against hers. "Hindi na laro 'to."

For a moment, everything stilled. The warm water, the scent of her shampoo mixing with the steam, the way our breaths mingled in the small space-it all felt surreal.

Then, as if testing the weight of my words, Mikha slowly lifted a hand to cup my cheek. "Sigurado ka?" she asked softly.

Instead of answering, I leaned in, closing the distance between us. My lips met hers in a slow, deliberate kiss-one that spoke louder than words ever could.

And this time, she didn't pull away.

Mikha's lips were warm, soft, and tasted faintly of the wine we had earlier. The moment our mouths met, something inside me shifted-like a dam breaking, like a fire finally given air to burn.

She didn't pull away. I didn't either.

Her fingers slid from my cheek into my damp hair, tugging me closer, deepening the kiss in a way that sent a shiver down my spine despite the warmth of the water. I responded instinctively, my arms wrapping tighter around her waist, pressing her body fully against mine.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and I swear, that sound alone made my pulse skyrocket.

I tilted my head, parting her lips with mine, savoring the way she melted against me. It wasn't rushed, wasn't just playful teasing anymore. It was something more-something dangerous, something addicting.

Mikha shifted in my lap, straddling me without breaking the kiss. My breath hitched at the sudden closeness, at the way her fingers traced slow, lazy patterns against my skin.

Damn.

She pulled back slightly, just enough for our noses to brush, for our breaths to mix in the steamy air. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, filled with something I'd never seen before.

"Aiah..." she whispered, my name rolling off her tongue like a secret.

I swallowed hard, my hands running down her back, memorizing the way she felt. "Hmm?"

She hesitated, searching my face for something-hesitation? Fear? Regret? But she found none.

Instead of answering, she kissed me again, hungrier this time. And just like that, I was gone.

I groaned softly against her lips, my hands roaming freely now, gripping her hips, pulling her impossibly closer. She gasped, and I took the chance to deepen the kiss further, tilting her head to claim her fully.

Neither of us wanted to stop.

The water sloshed around us, forgotten. The rest of the world faded away.

All that mattered was the heat between us, the way we clung to each other like we'd been waiting for this moment forever.

Mikha stood in front of the mirror, drying her hair with a towel as she rummaged through her overnight bag. She had already slipped into a loose white shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs, and a pair of tiny shorts that did absolutely nothing to help my self-control.

I was sitting on the sofa, my eyes shamelessly drinking in the sight of her. My tongue darted out to wet my lips before I bit down on the bottom one, my fingers drumming impatiently on my knee.

She caught my gaze through the mirror and smirked. "Ano na naman 'yang tingin mo, Aiah?"

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. My voice was low, teasing. "Bakit ka pa nagdadamit, e aalisin ko rin naman 'yan mamaya?"

Mikha froze for a brief second before turning to face me fully, arms crossed, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Grabe ka, ang lakas ng loob mo, ah?"

I stood up and slowly walked toward her, my eyes never leaving hers. "Seryoso ako."

She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her gaze. "Talaga?"

I reached out, my fingers lightly grazing the hem of her shirt. "Hmm. We both know hindi ka rin titigil."

She scoffed, but the slight hitch in her breath betrayed her. "Aiah, pagod na tayo."

I smirked, my fingers trailing higher, brushing against her bare skin. "So?"

Mikha swallowed hard, her arms falling to her sides as I closed the distance between us.

I leaned in, my lips grazing the shell of her ear as I whispered, "Hindi pa 'ko tapos sa'yo, Mikha."

Her breath hitched, and I felt her shiver against me.

Then, she turned her head, our faces inches apart. Her lips curled into a smirk. "Edi patunayan mo."

And that was all the invitation I needed.

With a low growl, I crashed my lips onto hers, lifting her effortlessly as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the bed, our bodies tangling in heated desperation, picking up exactly where we left off in the bathroom.

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