French Kiss in Paris

Chapter 10

"Sure," he said and he pulled me closer to his face and then he pucked his lips. Tinakpan ko naman ng kamay ko ang bibig niya at inilayo ko sa kanya.

"Ano na naman 'yang ginagawa mo? Why aren't you putting me down? Nasa kwarto mo na tayo e."

"Sorry," hagikgik pa nito at dahan dahan niya rin akong ibinaba sa kama niya. "I was just trying to give you a kiss for coming home late."

"What the fuck?!" my eyes widened. "Your kiss won't be an answer for coming home late!"

But I didn't expect what he did next. He leaned closer to me. Halos ilang inches na lang ang pagitan ng mga mukha namin. Napaatras din ako pero mas inilalapit niya ang mukha niya sa akin. I could feel his breath. It is warm and it smells nice. My eyes travel from his eyes, to his nose down to his lips.

"And now you're looking at it," he smirked. "Are you sure you don't want to taste it?"

This time, I pushed him away from me. Itinaas ko na rin ang paa ko para masipa ko siya palayo sa akin. 

Tinawanan niya lang ako. Does he thinks na nakikipaglaro lang siya sa akin? Akala niya laru-laro lang ang kiss? I know beso is normal for French people but reasoning it for coming home late, kay Cashel ko lang narinig 'to.

"Why are you pushing me away? You don't want a kiss?"

I shook my head determined. "Nope. I can kiss myself and I don't need your lips touching mine. I can't have your tongue in my mouth anymore."

"Oooh," he swooned. "I don't believe it won't happen again, Cosette."

"Really?"

He laughed. "Yup. Wait, I'm going to get some stuff back in the living room. Wait for me here. I also got something for you."

"What is it?" I crease my forehead but he didn't get to answer it when he immediately left the room. 

Even though I want to settle myself on his bed, hinihintay ko naman siyang bumalik. Ilang sandali lang ng sinipa niya ang pinto para bumukas ito ng maluwag at bumungad siyang ang daming buhat na paper bags sa kamay at mga kung ano-ano pang box sa kanyang braso.

I helped him with it at nilapag namin iyon sa ibabaw ng kama. 

"And where did you get all of this?" I asked him. Hindi ko na mabilang kung ilan ang paper bag na dala dala niya. Nilingon ko siya at tinaasan ng kilay. "Sponsors?"

"No, actually they're from my fans," ngiting aso pa ni Cashel. Nagsimula naman siyang kunin isa isa iyon. "I just got to pick up some fan mails but I didn't expect that I'll get so much of this. I wonder if some of these are for you."

"No, I don't think so," iling ko pa at tatayo na ako sa kinauupuan ko pero pinigilan niya ako. He even shut the door behind him.

"You're not going anywhere," aniya at tining niya ang orasan sa kanyang phone. "Even though it's ten in the evening, stay with me and so for the meantime. And I already told my driver to go home so no one will take you home. Only me."

"There's the metro," I pointed. 

"Uh, yeah, sure but would you spend your night alone in your room tonight?"

"Ano bang gusto mong mangyari?"

He shrugged off his shoulder. "Nothing... c'mon, stay with me for the next hour. And we'll open these fan mails and there might be something for you in here."

I heaved out a sighed and rolled my eyes. "Sige na, oo na. Fine, Cashel. But you owe me. I helped your little sister."

"Sure, what do you want me to do?"