Binuhat nya si Yna, surprising her from the back as she flicked off the scented candles. Angelo was playful,yes and it was a risky kind of playful.
Nahulog silang dalawa sa kama na puno ng rose petals, a perfect borrowed picture from a passionate love making scenario.
Only they promised Yna's father a wholesome night and being sexually tensed with each other didn't help to keep that promise and yet andito sila sabay na bumagsak sa kama,sabay sa paghulog ng ibang mga rosas nahuhulog na rin yata ang paninindigan nilang walang mangyayari na pagsisihan nila sa huli.
That moment wala silang pagsisihan at kahit na anong rason ang sabihin ng utak nila nabubura ng init ng laman nya sa laman ng mahal nya. His heart was beating fast, sa sobrang bilis di namalayan ni Angelo ang paglapit ng mukha nya sa mukha ng babaeng gusto nyang mahalin.
Maranasan.
Angkinin.
He was deeply staring at her big black button eyes and down to her parted lips na parang inviting to sear words of the poets using his lips, tongue and passion.
Then there was a faint sound of a phone ringing, mahina sa pandinig nyang walang ibang naririnig kundi ang hininga nilang dalawa.
Tumutunog ang telepono sa tabi nila. Aabutin ni Yna para sagutin pero bago nya to nahawakan may malalaking palad na humarang sa kamay nyang hawak sana ang tumutunog na bagay. Yna saw the thing flew in the air and fell somewhere at the other side of the four poster bed. At huli na ng maisip nyang tinapon ni Angelo ang cellphone nya kung saan,huli na para magtanong at magisip kung bakit dahil hindi na sya makagalaw sa init ng labing humahalik at inaangkin sya.
Ang alam lang nya,he too was locked in her arms,and she was passionately responding to his begging kisses. Angelo was in bliss,NO -- he was in ecstasy savoring her kisses. He was like the devil who escaped the fury hell and went straight to heaven to meet the angel who washed away all his sins and made a saint out of the sinner in him.