ALMOST ENOUGH #8
Sharyn’s POV
“Sorry,” I apologized again as we entered his one-bedroom loft unit, the scent of fresh bamboo and lemon lingered around.
Una kong napansin ang mga libro niya sa study table na naka-pwesto sa may bintana. Ayon lang kasi ang nakakalat, the rest are well-arranged.
“You’re studying pala. Naka-istorbo ako,” dagdag ko.
“No, don’t worry about it,” he replied, locking the door as he stood behind me. “Wait, stay still. I’ll remove your shoes for you.”
“Huh? No! I can do it,” I protested but he already kneeled to untie my shoes then he offered me his left hand. “Here, take my hand so you can balance yourself while I remove your shoes.” Inangat niya ang tingin niya sa akin habang hinihintay na gawin ko ang utos niya.
“Hunter, no. Ginagawa mo naman akong bata. Kaya ko naman,” sabi ko ulit ‘tapos yumuko na para tanggalin ang sapatos ko.
“Hindi ba kita pwedeng maging baby?”
From my peripheral vision, I saw him pout, as his butt landed on the floor, dumikit ang likod niya sa pintuan. He wrapped his knees as he looked at me, parang bata na inagawan ng candy.
“Seriously?” I laughed. “Nagpapacute ka sa ‘kin? Hunter, as in Hunter Eleazar, has this side? Hold on, I am gonna get my phone and take a video of you. I’ll blackmail you with this.” Hindi makapaniwalang sabi ko.
“You don’t need to. You have premium access to this side of mine—only you.” He winked, grinning.
I bit my lower lip. “Fine. Hindi na ako galit.”
“So you were mad at me?” he said in a soft low voice. Hindi pa rin siya tumayo mula sa pagkakaupo sa lapag kaya naman umupo na lang din ako pagkatapos ko na isuot iyong cute na bunny slippers niya.
I hugged my knees like what he was doing tapos tinapat ko ang paa ko sa paa niya, realizing he was also wearing bunny slippers but in blue color, ang sa akin kasi ay pink—-as if it was really meant for me. Ayoko rin naman mag-assume dahil baka sa nakababatang kapatid niya na si Aly, pareho lang siguro kami ng sukat.
“I don’t have any right to be mad,” I honestly replied.
“You do have, Latisha. I am giving you permission to be mad at me when you want to be mad at me.” He sincerely looked me in the eye. “Tell me, love, what is bothering you? What did I do for you not to talk to me a while ago, huh?” Malambing ang tono ng boses niya.
“Kanina sweetie tapos love naman.” I changed the topic because I didn’t know how to start.
What if he thinks I am being immature and eventually he realizes that we cannot work—I don’t want to ruin this—what we can be in the future.
“What’s next?”
He chuckled, “I have all the endearments for you, Latisha, whichever you prefer, although I really love saying your name.”
“Yeah. . .” I looked down, placing my chin on my knees as my hands traced the bunny slippers.
“Are you still not ready to talk about it?” tanong niya. “Or do you want me to start it?”
I lifted my head. “Do you even know why I was mad, well, I am not mad, just. . .”
“Worried?” He raised his brow, confirming it. “You were worried about me because you saw my cut and bruises.” He pointed at his face. “Am I right?”
I nodded. I loved how observant he was, like I don’t need to say a word because he’ll eventually know what’s going on.
“Scared, too?” I said, unsure.
BINABASA MO ANG
Almost Enough (Could Trilogy #2)
Roman d'amour(Could Trilogy #2) We are living proof of a love that is timed perfectly, arriving at just the right moment. So, I wasn't sure why I became his "almost" but not enough. Or was it the other way around? - Latisha Sevilla
