Helga nervously bit her nails, a bad habit of hers, while she waited outside the posh new bakeshop in Dapitan called Baby Cakes. It's been recommended to her by one of her closest friends Lily when she asked whether or not her friend has any idea of a good bakeshop around. According to her friend, the owner of the bakeshop is a French lady who graduated from Le Cordon Bleu in France and married to a Filipino hotelier. She hasn't been to the place but just from the outside, the bakeshop isn't just your typical bakeshop. The structure looks like an authentic French restaurant from what Helga could remember and for a moment, she felt like she was in France once again.
Her thoughts were interuppted when she felt cool fingers touch her bare shoulders. A sense of familiarity hit her that she didn't have to turn around to see who that was.
She knows those rough fingers very well and she tried so hard not to squeal. She missed the feeling of his fingers against his skin yet at the same time, she regretted wearing her flimsy sleeveless blouse. Her skin tingled and she felt goosebumps all over, her body recognizing his warmth.
"Nilalamig ka?" Asked Miggy. Wearing a plain white-collared Lacoste top, he looked elegant yet manly. His body snug, Helga couldn't help but stare at his asset.
He was so close to her that she could feel his breath against her neck. Helga couldn't deny the obvious, not any longer. There chemistry hasn't faded after all these years and Helga would only be fooling herself if she denies it.
Helga hated herself for being really affected with Miggy's presence. First of all, he's soon-to-be married and his fianceé trusted her to coordinate their wedding and second, Helga should've moved on by now.
Helga nodded although she knew it wasn't true, walking towards the shop to create some distance between him and her.
"Let's go,"
...
Stella just got off the phone talking to her assistant and apparently, she's needed back to work than expected. Having so much blast, Stella totally forgot about the upcoming Mercedes-Benz New York Fashion Week and how that is one of the most important events their magazine has to cover. As the magazine's fashion director, Stella's role in this upcoming issue is HUGE. Her assistant Heather called her and said she needs to be back in two weeks.
Only two weeks left with Raffy. Stella thought. She was surprised to feel the ache she felt at the thought that she's only got two weeks to spend with Raffy. She found it hard to swallow, thinking about how she's going to tell Raffy that she needs to go back earlier than expected.
She sat down on her couch, feeling her heart shatter in to pieces. Just when she and Raffy have finally started something. Something that could be magical. Something she's been waiting for her entire life. Something that would make her happy until the end of time.
She was scared to death when her doorbell rang. She stood up from the couch and walked towards the door to see who it was and her breath was taken away when she saw Raffy leaning against the doorway, smiling at her. Despite his body fit Fred Perry polo shirt, his body was molded perfectly against the green cotton also wearing black trousers and brown Sperry topsiders.
At that moment, Stella just wanted to jump on him, kiss him, and show him how much she cherishes this man.
"Oh Raffy, ang aga pa ah, anong ginawa mo dito? Hindi pako nakakapag-ayos," Stella said tentatively.
Instead, Raffy pulled her closer against him, giving her the sweetest and a very melting kiss that shook her senses. It was brief yet Stella's body felt awake. More awake than ever.
Raffy loves catching Stella off guard. Instead of a seeing her well-fixed with light make up on and ready for action, she looked innocent and vulnerable. This time, she wore no make-up, her hair still a little bit messy from bed and he felt something under his pants bulge seeing her like that. She wore a silky white lingerie with black lace just hanging right underneath her butt, showing that glorious and flawless ivory skin of hers. She wore classic red nail polish that matched her light skin and just by looking at her, Raffy was a goner.
