Danger, Danger, Mr. Stranger

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#DDMS9

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XANTIEL

LITTLE Miss Guivellnova is a walking thirst trap.

And each day that passes, it's getting harder to resist. Especially when she's such a tease.

Hell yeah we're secretly flirting through context clues and subtle hints.

Isang beses habang kumakain kami ng dinner, tinanong niya ako kung ano ang paborito kong kulay.

"Gray, bakit?" sagot ko sa kaniya nang may kilay na nakataas. Why's she asking me this out of nowhere? I gulped down my Strong Zero beer and stared at her pursed lips.

"Wala lang . . ." tugon niya, pero nakakapagtaka ang mapaglarong ngisi sa kaniyang makikintab na labi.

Kinabukasan no'n habang naghahapunan kaming muli ay halos masamid ako—dahil sumisilip mula sa mababang neckline ng kaniyang t-shirt ang strap ng kaniyang bra.

And it's fucking gray—the color I told her the dinner before.

Hindi ko pa alam noon kung nananadya ba siya o nagkataon lang, so I decided to test it out.

"Alam mo, paboritong basketball team ko ang Green Giants," I inserted within our conversation.

"Green?"

"Yup, green." I narrowed my eyes at her while chewing down my chunk of smoked salmon.

Lo and behold, a sparkly green bra strap is resting above her freckled collarbone on our next dinner. She was wearing a thin lacey camisole, making it impossible for that precious green strap to go unnoticed.

I was licking the sweet sauce of pasta from my lips as I stared at it intently.

I wasn't even being subtle, and hell she knows I'm staring. Feuille just puckered her lips as she stirred her share of the pasta.

Oh, so we're playing a color game now.

"Nakita mo na 'yong bagong cover ng Dazed?" Mouth open as I clenched my jaw, trying to hide my smile. But my eyes were flirting nonetheless. "Color violet 'yong gitna tapos blue 'yong gilid."

"Ohh . . . medyo mahirap maghanap ng ganiyan ah," she bit her luscious lower lip, trying to hide her own wicked delight as well. "Hindi kasi marami ang naglalabas ng Dazed Mag ngayon, pero sige. Hahanap tayo."

The night after that, my heart sank when I saw her wearing a fitted t-shirt. No signs of any bra strap peeking out from the rim surrounding her neck.

"W-wala kang nahanap na magazine?" I sounded so broken-hearted. Sheesh.

"Ah, about doon . . ."

She adjusted her seat, and a strap of bra fell from her sleeve, sliding down her arm. She slowly lifted it up to her shoulder, but her eyes were pinned on my open mouth, grinning so viciously like a winner.

It was just for a brief second, but I caught the strap's bright violet color that's accentuated by a pair of blue glitter strings on each side.

Violet's my fucking favorite color now.

I felt something twitching inside my pants. Damn, strap lang ng bra 'yon, Xantiel!

Kung hindi lang talaga ako pinagbawalan ni Xildius, I swear I would have already pushed our dinner plates to the side so I have space to position her on this goddamn table. Wala akong pakialam kahit mabasag ang mga pinggan sa sahig o masayang ang mga pagkain.