ONE ROOF (MikhAiah)

CHAPTER -5- Confusion?

Author's point of view.

Aiah carefully navigated down the stairs, her movements stiff and hesitant. Her aunt, noticing her struggle, stopped her with a concerned frown. "Aiah, anak, bakit parang nahihirapan kang maglakad?"

Aiah's heart pounded in her chest. She had been so careful, so smooth in her lie to Mikha, but now, her aunt's sharp eyes were piercing through her facade. She forced a nervous smile, hoping it would mask her fear.

"Ah, Tita, nadulas lang ako sa banyo kanina. Okay na ako ngayon," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Her aunt, ever the trusting soul, nodded, her worry easing slightly. "Mabuti naman kung ganoon. Dahan-dahan lang sa paglalakad, ha?"

Aiah breathed a sigh of relief. She had gotten away with it, for now. But the incident had left her shaken. The guilt gnawed at her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about the situation.

Later that day...

Mikha descended the stairs, the tantalizing aroma of Aiah's cooking guiding him to the dining room. As he entered, he saw Aiah setting the plates on the table with her family gathered around. Tita Kristine noticed him and beckoned him to join them.

"Come, Mikha, have a seat. We're about to start our dinner," Tita Kristine said warmly, her eyes twinkling with kindness.

Mikha took the empty chair beside Aiah, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared understanding and hidden emotions. They were inches apart, yet a world apart in front of their families.

As the family held hands to pray before the meal, Mikha's fingers brushed against Aiah's, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt of electricity through them both. Their eyes met briefly, a silent exchange of unspoken words.

The meal passed in a blur of laughter and chatter, the food delicious and the company even better. Aiah's cooking was a hit, eliciting praises from everyone at the table.

After the last bite was taken, Tita Kristine insisted that Aiah shouldn't have to clean up alone since she had cooked. "Aiah, let Mikha and Ivy help you with the dishes. You worked hard on dinner, let them lend a hand," she said with a warm smile.

Aiah nodded in agreement and headed to the kitchen to fetch some water. As she reached for a glass in the cupboard, someone unexpectedly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the restroom.

Surprised, Aiah turned to see who it was, her heart racing at the unexpected encounter. The dim light revealed Mikha's familiar face, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions that mirrored her own.

"What are you doing?" Aiah whispered, her voice barely above a breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

As if on cue, without any warning, Mikha leaned in and pressed his lips against Aiah's in a sudden, electrifying kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their hearts beat in sync, the world around them fading into a blur of emotions and desires.

The kiss was a silent confession of feelings long suppressed, a moment of raw connection that left them both breathless and wanting more. When they finally pulled away, their eyes met in a silent exchange of unspoken emotions, a shared understanding that spoke volumes without words.

Mikha, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, casually walked out of the restroom, his demeanor unchanged. Aiah stood there, her mind reeling from the intensity of the moment, her lips tingling from the lingering sensation of his kiss.

Gathering her composure, Aiah took a deep breath and composed herself. She followed Mikha out of the restroom, her expression carefully neutral, masking the whirlwind of emotions raging within her.

As she returned to the dining room, Aiah proceeded to get some water, her movements deliberate but her mind racing with thoughts of the unexpected kiss. The taste of Mikha's lips lingered on hers, a bittersweet reminder of the forbidden desire that simmered between them.

The evening continued as if nothing had changed, the laughter and chatter of their family filling the air. But for Aiah and Mikha, the stolen kiss in the restroom had altered something between them, a subtle shift that would linger long after the night had ended.

As the family lingered in the living room, Aiah and Mikha exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Sensing the need for privacy, Mikha excused himself from the gathering and discreetly made his way to Aiah's room.

In the quiet solitude of Aiah's room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the space in a warm, intimate light. The air was filled with anticipation and unspoken desires as Mikha stood at the threshold, his heart racing with a mix of nerves and longing.

Aiah turned as she heard the gentle creak of the door, her eyes meeting Mikha's in a silent exchange of emotions. The tension between them crackled in the air, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging between them like a veil of secrecy.

Without a word, Mikha closed the distance between them, his gaze unwavering as he reached out to gently cup Aiah's face. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as their eyes locked in a silent dance of longing and connection.

"Aiah," Mikha whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I can't fight this anymore. I can't fight my feelings for you."

Aiah's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt the intensity of Mikha's gaze, the depth of his emotions laid bare before her. In that moment, all walls crumbled, leaving only the raw, unfiltered connection between them.

In a bold move, Mikha closed the remaining distance and captured Aiah's lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment, their unspoken desires finding release in the intimacy of Aiah's room.

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