Bam went to the bathroom. It's just an alibi pero kailangan niya rin naman talaga pumunta ng CR. He went to wash his hands but as soon as he opened the faucet, the water just burst into him splashing his shirt and making him dripping wet.
"Oh shit!" He cursed.
"Bam!" Lisa said as she immediately ran to him.
She tried to turn off the faucet but it only ended up wetting her also. After a few trials of trying to stop the water, they succeeded by turning off the main water supply in that particular CR.
Bambam is wet and so is her.
"Sorry, nakalimutan kong sabihin na sira pala yung gripo sa CR na to," Lisa apologized.
"Okay lang," Bambam replied.
"May towel diyan sa cabinet, pwede mo bang kunin?" She says. The cabinet is pretty high, kung siya ang kukuha kakailanganin pa niyang tumungtong.
Bambam reached for the towels to dry themselves. The water is cold but he feels the rather opposite. He can't help but slip glance at the woman in front of him every time she will dab her towel against her body. Her hair – wet and shuffled, her clothes – drenched.
He wants to tear his eyes as he can't keep them away from her chest.
Why is it? na sa dinami-daming araw na pwede silang mabasa, she is wearing a plain white shirt?
Her wet shirt is perfectly hugging her curvy frame. And he can't help to notice those spots where the water is greater making her shirt almost transparent.
He swallowed a lump in his throat that he didn't know was forming while watching Lisa. The bathroom is becoming small and too hot for him. His space is also suddenly becoming tight.
"Wait magbibihis lang ako," she says and then left. But before Lisa could ever leave the bathroom, Bambam was quick to catch her arms.
"Bambam?" Lisa asked confuse at why he is doing it but then, Bambam suddenly pulled her closer to him and pinned her to the bathroom wall. She can feel his hands securely holding her waist and he used his body to lock her over the wall. Basically, all the distance they have vanished.
"Bambam! Anong ginagawa mo?" Tanong niya sa lalaki, pero wala itong imik. He is just looking at her eyes. Lisa felt her body feel hot with the intensity of his glare.
Without a word, Bambam leaned in but he stopped when he was centimeters away from her lips. He felt like he needs to stop. There's something he should get from her first.
Lisa's hands are both placed on his chest. She placed it there to push him. But it seems like she lost her strength. Because she should've done that minutes ago. She can feel his heart in the rhythm same as hers.
Lisa felt her breath hitch. As if she was teased. The urge inside her is growing and even if her brain is telling her she should've pushed him, her body isn't cooperating.
She can feel her throat going dry from hunger from his lips.
She also didn't notice how long she has been staring at his lips. Red, plump, soft – in short delicious. She once tasted them before and it's the only taste she can remember because she has never kissed anyone or remembered kissing anyone other than him.
They're captivating and they're drawing her in. Getting impatient at his move, she captured his lips. And it feels like a sin because no matter how her brain is telling her to stop, she keeps on diving in. Her desire is greater than her conscience. She will definitely regret this after.
It was the only thing Bambam was waiting for. He needs her permission. Although he already went bold by pinning her on the walls he still wants to get her approval. It also gave him assurance, somehow.
