Rylee's POV
Marahan kong hinaplos ang mukha ni Tristan habang nakatitig ako sa kaniya. Hindi ko alam kung kailan siya natulog sa tabi ko, nagising na lang ako na nandito siya at madilim na sa labas.
I suddenly felt heavy as I remember the once-beautiful painting, now ruined by impulsive strokes fueled by my burning desire to prove a point. Hindi man lang ako nag-isip. Nanghinayang ako nang maalala kung anong ginawa ko sa painting niya. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, realizing what I'd done to something he held dear. I knew he was hurt, though he hid it well.
Tristan's gaze met mine as he gently opened his eyes. Tears welled up in my eyes, waiting to spill. Hinawakan ni Tristan ang kamay ko at iginiya ito sa labi niya. His touch conveyed a protective strength, holding me as if I were the treasure he wanted to protect the most. Lalo lamang bumigat ang nararamdaman ko.
"What's bothering you?" tanong niya.
"I'm sorry," sagot ko. "For ruining your things."
Tumitig lang sa akin si Tristan, ngumiti siya at umiling.
"I ruined your painting, Tristan."
Kinuha niyang muli ang kamay ko at marahan itong hinalikan.
"It's alright, baby."
Umiling ako. Hindi 'yon okay. The painting was a decade old, sinasabi niya lang 'to kasi girlfriend niya ako.
"Sorry for being immature," pabulong kong sabi.
He offered a reassuring smile and approached me, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. Ipinikit ko ang mga mata ko upang mas ramdamin ang halik na iyon. I bit my lip, feeling a surge of happiness coursing through my heart.
"Why are you awake? Are you leaving?"
His voice betrayed a hint of panic, and I could almost taste the urgency in his words. I glanced at his digital clock, alas dos na pala ng madaling araw. His gaze darkened as he looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing in the dim lights, intensifying his stare.
But unlike the other nights, I didn't want to leave him. A sense of peace and warmth enveloped me. It felt like every missed night without my parents was being compensated by Tristan. He filled the emptiness in my heart.
Umiling ako at lumapit sa kaniya upang yumakap.
"Can I stay for the night?" I asked, burying my face in his neck.
Naramdaman ko ang pagbalik niya sa mga yakap ko, mas mahigpit pa. He released a deep breath before gently running his fingers through my hair.
"You can stay here as long as you want, baby."
I smiled, content with his response. The room was enveloped in darkness and coldness, yet my heart radiated warmth – a feeling only Tristan could evoke. I took in a deep breath, inhaling his scent, determined not to forget it. His natural scent, so distinctly masculine, transformed even my dislike for men's perfume into a pleasant fragrance when intertwined with Tristan's presence.
.
You did not go home, Ryah.
Mariin kong tinitignan ang text message sa akin ni Charles. Bumuntong hininga ako, hindi ko alam kung anong irereply sa kaniya. Mabilis kong binaba ang cellphone ko nang biglang lumapit si Tristan sa akin mula sa kwadra.
Dinala niya ako sa equestrian center, kanina he expressed his desire to teach me how to ride horses. Ngumiti ako sa kaniya at lumapit. As I got closer, he tenderly kissed my forehead.
"Are you ready?"
Tumango ako sa tanong niya kahit na kinakabahan akong sumakay sa kabayo. Hindi pa ako nakakasakay sa kabayo, ito ang unang beses na mangyayari 'yon.
BINABASA MO ANG
Risk it, Lose it (Remington Series 3)
RomanceRyah Lylee Solares harbored a lifelong resentment toward the Remingtons. Fueled by a burning desire for revenge, her world takes an unexpected turn when Tristan Remington, the very embodiment of her disgust, declares his love for her. As the lines b...
