The Wild Angel

Chapter 8: I Won't Say I'm In Love

After five rounds of intimate moments, both of them drifted off to sleep.

Day 2

Azra awoke to the soft light filtering through the curtains, her body immediately reminding her of the previous night's activities. She groaned, feeling an ache between her legs that made her wince. Shifting slightly, she realized that even small movements sent a sharp twinge of discomfort through her lower body.

"Shit," Azra muttered under her breath, biting her lip to keep from groaning louder. The room was still, with only the sound of Maeve's gentle breathing beside her. For a moment, Azra just lay there, trying to will the soreness away, but it was no use. They needed to get up; they had classes, and being late was not an option.

Azra turned her head to look at Maeve, who was still peacefully asleep, a small smile playing on her lips even in slumber. Azra couldn't help but smile herself, despite the discomfort. She reached out, nudging Maeve's shoulder gently.

"Maeve," Azra whispered, her voice was husky from sleep. "Hey, wake up."

Maeve stirred, her eyelids fluttering open slowly. She blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings before her gaze landed on Azra. "Hmm? Morning na ba?" Maeve mumbled, still half-asleep.

"Yeah, and we need to get ready," Azra replied, wincing slightly as she tried to sit up. "But first, can you carry me to the bathroom? I can't walk."

Maeve's sleepy expression quickly turned into one of amusement. She smirked, raising an eyebrow at Azra. "Oh? Winarningan kita kagabi ah," she teased. Her voice was laced with playful sarcasm.

Azra rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help but chuckle despite the soreness. "Shut up. You knew exactly what you were doing. I told you to go easy. Di ko naman alam na may lahi ka palang kabayo. Ang laki-laki niyan tapos nagpaka Miley Cyrus ka sa pagtwerk sa ibabaw ko."

Maeve laughed softly. "Siguro naman di mo na 'ko aakitin niyan," she said. Her tone was light and teasing. "Tignan mo tuloy nangyari sa 'yo."

"Ay hindi na talaga! Hintayin ko nalang na magbeg ka," Azra grumbled, but her lips twitched in a smile. "Just help me, will you?"

"Magbeg? May self-control ako 'no. Tulungan na nga kita. Kawawa naman yang Ms. Azra ko na yan," she said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

Azra watched as Maeve got up. Her movements were fluid and graceful, and Azra couldn't help but feel a little envious of how unaffected she seemed. Maeve noticed her staring and winked. "Like what you see?"

Azra rolled her eyes again, but there was no denying the flush that crept up her cheeks. "Just hurry up and help me, baka ma-late pa tayo," she said, trying to sound impatient.

Maeve chuckled and walked over to the side of the bed, carefully scooping Azra up into her arms. "Ito na po, mahal na prinsesa," she said, carrying her effortlessly toward the bathroom.

As they crossed the room, Azra nestled closer against Maeve, feeling the warmth of her body against hers. Despite the teasing, there was something comforting and undeniably sweet about being taken care of like this.

When they reached the bathroom, Maeve gently set Azra down on the counter, her hands lingering on her waist. "Now, what do you need?" Maeve asked, her voice softening as she looked into Azra's eyes.

Azra felt her heart skip a beat at the tender look Maeve gave her. "Tulungan mo 'kong maligo," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then maybe we can figure out how to make it through the day without anyone noticing how sore I am."