PART SIX

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SamLy ft. Binibini by Zack Tabudlo
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Samantha's pov

Nakapasok na kami sa kwarto, pero madilim dahil nakapatay ang ilaw.

Lights off? Or lights on?

Tanong ko kay Ly.

Off, sapat na ang liwanag ng buwan.

I smiled.

Close the door.

And she did, as I pushed her to it. My hands automatically snaked at the back of her neck. Her hands placed on both sides of my hips.

Why are you dressed like this? Sam?

As what?

Etong pantulog mo, na sobrang ikli.

Para presko.

O para mas madali?

Pwede both? Haha! Don't flatter yourself, ganito lagi suot kong pantulog.

I saw Ly bit her lip, as her grip tightens on me. I placed my forehead on hers, as we both close our eyes.

Ly?

Hmm?

Walang mag babago?

Walang mag babago.

Ngayon lang ba?

Ngayon lang please.

Tell me, anong nasa isip mo?

Besides what I'm about to do to you? Wala na.

Good. Don't think of tomorrow, stay in the present, stay with me.

I moved my hands from her neck to her face as I flush my body to hers.

Hmmm, tagal naman Sam.

Nag-iisip pa.

Tease.

Haha!

We both smiled.

Binibini, alam mo ba kung pano nahulog sa 'yo?

Kumakanta ka ba Ly? O tumutula?

Shhhhhhh

I laughed out loud as I gaze into her eyes.

Naramdaman lang bigla ng puso.

Same.

Aking sinta ikaw lang nag paramdam nito, kaya sabihin mo sa 'kin, ang tumatakbo sa isip mo?

Ikaw lang.

Kung mahal mo narin ba ako?

I do.

And for the first time, our lips touched.

It's as if the Universe conspired to make this happen, that it suddenly started pouring outside.

I don't know how many minutes had passed, but the moment our lips touched, we never stopped. Our lips moves as if it has a mind of its own. Ganito ba talaga kapag sobrang tagal mong ginusto ang isang bagay? Pag bigla mong nakuha, ayaw mo ng tigilan, ayaw mo ng bitawan?

I feel Ly's tongue demanding for entrance, and I welcomed it with mine. Our tongues dances at the tune of our breathing, as it maps every inch, every crevices.

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