Flowers in the Shade (Variejo Series #2)

22

War

There are some ways to find out when someone is lying. But the easiest way is:

Look into their eyes and see if they can stare back long. Once falter, they are lying.

"Is everything fine, Laire? Don't give me that look." he asked, walking towards his closet.

I heaved a deep sigh. Kung ano-anong pumapasok sa isip ko. Bakit ko ba pinaghihinalaan ang kaisa isang tao na tumutulong sa akin ngayon?

Why shouldn't I narrow down the possible person closest to me, instead? It might help.

"Uh, nothing..." I sounded apologetic now.

Lumapit siya sa akin. Nakadamit na siya. Hindi siya gumamit ng perfume pero ang bango niya. The fragrance on his shirt devours my nose, annihilating my thoughts.

Bumalik ang mata ko sa harap ng laptop. I shut it down then gave it back to him.

Damn it. I like even the smell of him. Kinda addicting.

The moment our eyes met once more, I could not think straight anymore. Our position back on the floor this morning gives me a thrill.

"Didn't know works of art can leave the museum..." he said then showed me his infamous smirk.

Inilahad niya sa akin ang kamay pagtayo niya. Nag-alinlangan akong tanggapin noong una. Tinanggap ko pa rin sa huli.

Tumingala ako sa kaniya.

Hindi pa rin natatapos ang aming titigan. Palagay ko ay may nais siyang ipagtapat. Subalit hindi niya maisatinig ngayon.

He's this mature. Everything in him is mature. His words are not enough to speak for him. The past few days we've been together, he has always been exerting meaningful actions towards me. When I am on the verge of asking, he will leave.

"Sometimes, I wanna believe that you ... like me. Oftentimes, I don't." sabi ko nang bawiin ang kamay mula sa kaniya.

Nilampasan ko siya. Hindi pa man ako nakakalabas ng pinto, naramdaman ko na ang malamig na pader sa aking likod.

His fast reflexes made me gasp.

He put his arm over my head while the other is pushed on the wall beside me. He lowered his face, making our eyes meet again.

I tried to push his chest. But I failed. I fight back the feeling of giving up. I don't want him to know that I ... I am secretly loving him.

There's is no assurance it'll help in the end.

"When I am touching another girl ... Why do I feel like I'm cheating on you?" he asked hoarsely in my ear."Goddamn it, Laire."

Lumayo siya sa akin. His jaw tensed while staring at my firm lips. He cussed crisply before leaving the room.

I held my throbbing chest. My knees trembled. I can't think straight right now—para akong mababaliw sa sensasyon!

Damn you, Variejo! Ikaw lang may kakayahan sirain ang depensa ko!

Dalawang araw bago sumapit ang kaarawan ni Geon, nagkaroon ng intimate dinner sa resort na pag-aari ng pamilya niya sa La Union.

I was wearing a red satin dress and a black stilleto. Geon wore white polo sleeves, folded up to his elbow and black pants. Together with his parents over dinner, they are talking about his plan on February fourteen.

"Would have an announcement," si Geon sabay tingin sa akin.

"We'd love to hear it, then. Expect tons of security at the venue, too. We don't know what will happen during the day." makahulugang sagot ni Sir Throne.