Falling For Mikhaela Janna Lim

Chapter 40: Bomb (Re-read n'yo)

NO ONE'S POV

"What are you doing?" Mikha whispered, her lips brushing Aiah's ear as she kissed her temple.

Aiah rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the small flutter in her chest.

She tried to stay focused, but it wasn't easy with Mikha around.

"Mikha Lim, when are you going to stop sneaking through my window and just use the front door?" Buntong hininga n'ya at tinapunan ng tingin ang nobya.

Mikha was already sitting on her bed, smiling like she'd won some games.

Aiah put her pen down, knowing she wouldn't be getting any more work done with Mikha there.

Mikha grinned wider. "If we live together na." she teased, winking.

Aiah quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her papers.

She knew Mikha's playful flirting would get to her soon.

It always did.

They'd only been together for two months, but Aiah still wasn't used to Mikha being so flirty and sweet all the time.

Especially when they were alone.

Even when their friends were around, Mikha never held back-she'd hold Aiah's hand or make little comments that made Aiah blush.

Their friends had definitely noticed something, but they kept quiet.

Mikha's parents weren't exactly on board, and Aiah's friends knew Mikha's situation, so they let things be.

They just watched, enjoying the unspoken thing happening between the two.

As for Aiah's safety, Mikha tripled her men that following Aiah secretly.

"Tigilan mo 'ko, Mikha Lim." Aiah grumbled, still facing her desk. "Hindi ka titigil hanggang di ka nahuhulog d'yan."

"Maybe I'll just push you out para makuha mo na yang hinahanap mo." She added.

"Why would I fall from your window when I've already fallen for you?" Mikha said, smirking again, knowing exactly how to make Aiah blush.

Aiah spun around, glaring at Mikha kahit ramdam na ramdam n'ya ang pamumula at kabog ng dibdib n'ya.. "Huwag mo 'kong idaan sa ganiyan, Mikhaela Janna Jeminea Lim. I'm serious, you could really fall."

Mikha just stood up, walked over, and wrapped her arms around Aiah.

She rested her face in the crook of Aiah's neck, and Aiah couldn't help but relax a little.

Mikha always had that effect on her, whether she liked it or not.

Mikha sighed softly, and Aiah could feel the tiredness in it.

"What's your favorite song?" Mikha asked out of nowhere, looking up at Aiah, whose face was scrunched up in confusion but still a bit flustered.

"Iniiba mo na naman ang usapan-" Aiah began, but Mikha gently pressed her thumb to Aiah's lips, quieting her.

"Shhh, just answer me po bubby." Mikha said softly, her thumb still resting on Aiah's lips.

"A-anything, depende sa mood." Aiah stammered, her nerves getting the better of her with Mikha so close.

"Do you remember our first dance?" Mikha asked, pulling Aiah into a back hug.

Aiah didn't resist.