THE GOOD SISTER

Chapter 37 - Flush and Hang

"Yes!"

"But hold it. Look Kat, if you're going to surrender the v-card, I'd rather you waited. I know you like to be in control, I know you have no filter when trying to get what you want. But try to be a little less......forward, will you?"

"Why?"

"Guys are funny. If you're too easy on them, they may take you for granted. If you're too complex, they can drop you. Hirap timplahin eh. Just don't get too blinded by what you feel, protect your heart din. Inigo seems like he really cares for you but don't fall too hard. Leave a little for yourself, ok?"

"I don't really know how to leave a little for myself. I've had my share of assholes, Keifer included, and they made me steer clear of men for a long time. I guess that's why I hero-worshipped Jay. He seemed like the perfect guy. I'm sorry ate, I had a crush on him for the longest time. I pestered him through college and he never sounded impatient or dismissive. For a while I thought I was in love with him and it worried me."

"Believe me, it worried me too, Kat."

"Then, Inigo suddenly turned my world upside down. I always reacted strongly to him, initially thinking I hated him. But I realize I was reacting strongly because he was capable of making me feel things."

"Do you love him Kat?"

She smiled and felt like crying.

"Yes ate. I think I do."

"Kat, don't make the same mistakes I did, ok? I think you know what I mean."

"That's what this evening is all about."

"Then I wish you the best. Thank you for being honest with me about Jay."

"Thank you for finally accepting me as your sister."

"Fuck, you're making me cry. Hay nako, Kathryn."

"My bell is ringing. I have to go ate."

"Go then. I love you Kat."

"Love you too, ate."

She opened the door and saw a fresh-looking Inigo, hair newly-groomed, face clean-shaven. He was wearing a black shirt and ripped jeans riding low on his flat tummy. He had a big box of handmade chocolates that he wordlessly handed to her, looking at her dressed in a chaste pink shift dress and strappy sandals. Despite the absence of any flesh exposed, the dress was a second skin from the shoulders down to her hips, skirt flaring out up to just above the knees. Her hair was loose around her shoulders.

"Come in," she said shyly, seeming nervous.

"Thanks." He went in and faced her as she closed the door. "KInakabahan ako, I don't know why."

"Pwedeng wag kang kabahan? Mahahawa ako eh. Come, let's eat."

She led the way to the table that was romantically set for two. He was bowled over by the preparation. They had a nice dinner and talked about the movie, the scenes she needed to do. She was actually all set to do it, seeing it as just another challenge.

"Kat, hear me out ok? I talked to Dei and asked her to rewrite the script. I don't want to spend too much viewing time on the dream sequences. Montage of shots, of Maine pleasuring herself as Richard was imagining it, interspersed with his inability to rest because of his obsession for those dreams. It will be tastefully done, don't worry."

"It won't look lame? I don't want people to think I did an indie film half-baked."

"It won't, I promise. Your intimate scenes with Aaron will likewise be rewritten. No full nudity."