SA PAG-UGNAY (Soul Ties 2)

Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

Every time she's in my arms, inside a cozy room, under the night sky, and twisted in bed sheets, my heart is at peace. Every time.

We're in Rockwell, inside her room. Making out before going to sleep. She's sitting on my lap, towering over me. Her hand is making its way under my shirt. But I'm too busy with her lips.

I smirked in the middle of making out when she could not kiss back anymore.

I've got to be busy with other places, huh?

I traced the tip of my nose on her jawline, down to her neck and kissed her earlobe. She whimpered a bit. Humigpit ang hawak niya sa braso ko as I started to kiss her neck.

"Please, don't leave marks..." she almost moaned.

"Oh..." I said in the midst of kissing her neck. "That's hard, love."

She was about to protest when I kissed her lips again.

We kissed each other sleep.

She made the night serenely peaceful; the waves of the ocean of my heart got tamed. She also silences the demon inside my head, and I feel most loved with her.

I don't quite remember where I feel most loved in my life, except for the warmth of this moment right now. And then I realized that's where a sense of security comes from.

Most of the time, if we want to be with someone we want in our lives, we practically have to beg them for their attention and care. We have to convince them that we can be part of their lives and that we can make things work.

But sometimes our hearts are at peace once we choose people who want us more.

Because once we feel more loved, that's where we love most too.

Kinabukasan, pagmulat ko ay wala na siya sa tabi ko. Ngunit agad na narinig ko ang malakas na tunog ng electric whisker sa kusina.

Agad akong tumayo at lumabas ng kwarto. Mula sa posisyon ko ay ang kaniyang likod lamang ang nakikita ko ngunit alam kong naghahalo siya ng ingredients.

Her hair is in a messy bun; some strands of it helplessly fell on her nape. She was wearing a black apron, and a big white loose shirt was under it. It almost became a dress to her, and I later realized it was my shirt she wore the night she ran away from me.

And as usual, one of the rare sights of her that only I had access to see is that Taliya is in her gray pajamas.

Bahagya siyang nagulat nang yakapin ko siya mula sa likod. I wrapped my arms around her stomach, and I smelled her hair. She's so small. So precious.

"Morning..." I greeted her in a deep, raspy voice.

"Good morning!" she chuckled. "Nice morning voice, love..."

Pikit mata akong napangiti nang tawagin niya ako noon. Hinigpitan ko ang pagkakayakap sa kaniya at binaon nag mukha sa kaniyang leeg.

"Come again?" I whispered.

"Kolas," tawag niya at siniko ang tagiliran ko. "Busy ako!"

"No," mas lalo ko siyang kinulong sa bisig ko. "I won't let go until you call me love again."

"Kolas!"

"Come on, love..." malambing kong bulong. "Call me that again."

She gleefully started to splash flour on my face. Wala sa sarili kong napakawalan siya habang natatawa siyang umatras palayo sa'kin.

"Taliya!"

She laughed so loudly until the kitchen floor was almost covered with flour. Natigil lang kami sa pagbabatuhan ng harina nang madulas kaming pareho sa sahig dahil sa sarili naming kagagawan.