Remnants of Our Drowned Love

Chapter 12

"Oh my God, I'm gonna cry."

Umangat ang tingin ko mula sa screen papunta kay Olie, she's crying already...because of a fucking movie.

"Montealondre, sabi mo napanood mo na 'yan? Bakit ka pa umiiyak?"

"Eh, nakakaiyak!"

I used my hands to dry her tears. This smart mouthed woman just cried because of Five Feet Apart, dammit.

We decided to watch movies, it's our second movie now, umiyak din siya kanina sa unang palabas, ang babaw ng luha niya sa mga romance movies.

"Sige na umiyak kana d'yan," I chuckled touching her head, then I paused, checking the time. "Magluluto ako, rito ka lang?"

"Wait lang! Sama!"

Naghilamos muna ito sa banyo, hindi ko alam kung matatawa ba ako habang pinapanood ito mula samay pintuan, apaka babaw naman kasi ng luha pagdating sa movies.

"Anong lulutuin mo?"

"Hmm garlic-parmesan shrimp."

She ransacked the cabinets, looking for something, busy ako hugasan ang kung anu-ano kaya saglit ko lang itong tinitignan, she's really looking for something.

"Aha!" Napalingon ako, lakas ng boses niya.

I saw her holding an apron.

The fuck? 'Yun lang ang hinahanap niya?

I don't need apron when I cook, hindi naman ako maarte kahit matalsikan ng kung ano, nasa bahay lang naman ako.

And she flashed her innocent smile again.

Napairap nalang ako nang palapitin niya ako gamit ang hintuturo niya. She's weird.

Ako naman uto-uto, lumapit, I don't want to ruin her fun. I licked my lips when she glance at my whole physic. I'm fucking holding a tong and she's eye fucking me, 'wag gano'n.

Olie tugs up my white shirt, napaatras ako and my breathing got heavier because I know she's up to something.

Tinaasan niya ako ng kilay kaya kahit nagtataka ay humakbang ulit ako palapit, agad kong binitawan ang hawak ko at hinayaan siyang tanggalin ang shirt ko, leaving me with my dri-fit shorts and my sportsbra, I immediately pick her up, if she had plans hindi ako magpapahuli, tila nag teleport ito at basta nalang napunta sa ibabaw ng countertop.

I clenched my jaw hard staring at her eyes. Bigla itong tumawa. "Hot mo nanaman masyado." Then sinabit niya ang apron sa akin. "Tali mo sa likod," utos niya pa. I closed my eyes and nodded, bwisit, should I practice self control whenever I'm with her?! I'm not like this around Yeri nor Freya, parang gago, Emory.

"Okay na?" I asked, looking up at her.

Olie stared at me, her eyes looked really innocent sometimes, nakakainis.

Dahil dakilang makulit ang kamay niya, Olie pulled me by my nape and capture my lips. Galawan nito napaka-smooth.

I groaned in anticipation, fuck gan'to pala feeling 'pag mas matangkad ang humalik sa 'yo? It felt good tilting your head up.

She pulled away pretty quick that made me frown. "Cook for me."

Another groan escaped my lips.

I was already heaving hard that I had to rest my forehead over her shoulderblades as I'm steadying my breath.

My hand rest on her sides, tumawa pa ito, pinagtatawanan ako — kainis siya. Took me few seconds to calm, if it isn't called torture then I don't know what it is.