𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙧. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙝𝙞𝙙

31. Dinner date

As I entered the condo, I was greeted with a warm kiss and a tight hug from Zayne.

"Bat medyo madilim?" I asked, noticing the soft lighting.

"I set the table for us," he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice.

He held my hand and guided me to the middle of the living room, where a round table for two awaited. On it were flickering candles, a bottle of wine, two elegant wine glasses, and a beautifully plated steak dinner.

"Wow, hinanda mo 'to?" I exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

"We couldn't go out, so I prepared this. Para tuloy pa rin ang first dinner date natin," he said with a proud smile.

"Awww, that's so sweet, Z!" I couldn't help but smile back, my heart swelling with affection for him.

"Come on, have a seat. Tikman mo luto ko," he encouraged, gesturing for me to sit.

As I settled into my chair, I felt a rush of gratitude. The ambiance was cozy, and the effort he put into this surprise made me feel special. The aroma of the steak filled the air, making my stomach rumble in anticipation.

"How did you even manage all of this?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"I watched a couple of cooking videos and borrowed some ideas," he admitted bashfully. "I wanted to make this night memorable for us."

I couldn't help but admire his thoughtfulness. "Well, it definitely is! I can't wait to taste your cooking."

With that, we clinked our wine glasses together.

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It was delicious. He really can cook.

"Wow, hindi lang guapo, marunong pa magluto," I teased, still savoring the flavors of the meal.

"Natuto rin ako noong nandito na ako," he replied with a grin.

"Naalala ko pa na kahit rice, hindi ka marunong magluto noon," I laughed, picturing his earlier struggles in the kitchen.

We shared a light moment, the laughter echoing in the cozy atmosphere. After dinner, he insisted that I go shower first, refusing to let me help him wash the dishes.

"We're going to watch a movie later," he added, a playful glint in his eyes just before I stepped into his room to grab some clothes.

I realized that I had moved my luggage into his room earlier that morning. He had even helped me organize my clothes in his closet, making it feel like we were already living together.

I chose to wear one of his t-shirts again, relishing the familiar comfort of his clothing.

Twenty minutes later, I heard him follow me into the bathroom just as I was finishing up.

"Wait for me in the living room. I cleaned up already," he said, his voice warm and inviting.

Unable to resist, I pulled him in for a quick kiss. He responded passionately, squeezing my butt cheek, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.