Why Did We Meet Again? (Flavors of Love #1)

20 : Don't Blame Me

A/N: Hang on, this one's going to be steamy. *winks*

"Damn it, Merielle." I heard him whisper under his breath, before his lips claimed mine again. He pulled away to take one long look at me, as he struggled to form words to speak. 

His eyes are pleading for permission. I nodded, and before I knew it, his lips went to my cheek down to my neck.

I felt delirious.

 He pulled away again, and it left me a little pissed, needy, and crazy. "We have to stop." I grabbed his head closer and closer so I could taste him again. "Please tell me to stop."

I don't know how we ended up so fast in his house, on his bed, and I don't understand everything he's saying. 

I don't know. I can only feel.

He kissed me hard once again, I felt all of his weight over me as his hands danced their way down my legs to all parts of my warming body. His hands went to places he shouldn't but I let him.

His lips and his hands -- are two damn great things that send me into wild fervor.

My hands traveled all parts of him, his warmth has always been so calming it felt like I couldn't stop touching. We kissed and kissed, I muffled a cry or two in between, wondering how and why can he kiss like that. 

I felt new-found freedom.

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MY HEAD is killing me. 

Muli kong minulat ang mga mata ko, at nilabanan ang sinag ng araw na lalong nagpapalala ng sakit sa tumitibok kong ulo. Mabilis na gumala ang paningin ko sa paligid. At kinabahan.

Hindi ito ang bahay ko. 

Mabilis akong napatayo at napansin kong nagbago ang damit na suot ko. Ang tanging pamilyar lang na suot ko ay ang panty ko. 

Shet.

Tumitibok ang puso at ulo ko habang inaalala ang mga nangyari kagabi, o kaninang umaga. Hindi ako tanga para i-deny ko pa kung sinong kasama ko bago ako mawala sa ulirat. Dahil naaalala ko ang lahat.