DAY 3
Aiah woke up with a stupid smile on her face.
Like, full-on, stretched across her pillow, the kind of smile she would absolutely make fun of someone else for having.
The moment she realized it, she groaned and rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in the blanket.
Tangina.
She wasn't like this. She didn't do the whole waking up giddy over a kiss thing.
And yet—
Her lips still tingled with the memory of last night.
Mikha, warm under her fingertips. That slight pause, like she had been fighting it—then the way she gave in completely.
And the way Aiah had felt it.
Not just in the kiss, but in the way Mikha's hands had gripped her waist. The way she had pulled her in, like she had stopped caring who saw them, where they were, what the hell this even was.
Aiah groaned again, kicking her blanket off.
Nope. She was not going to be the person who lay in bed dissecting a kiss like some lovestruck teenager.
But—
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Aiah grabbed it without thinking, heart already skipping a beat like an idiot.
A message.
From Maloi.
Hoy, anong ginagawa mo at bakit hindi ka nagrereply sa akin kahapon?
Aiah exhaled sharply, throwing her phone onto the bed.
Right. She had completely ignored Maloi last night.
Her best friend was going to eat her alive when she found out why.
And Aiah?
She wasn't even a little sorry.
Because as she stretched lazily, still grinning like a fool, she already knew—
That kiss was going to be stuck in her head all day.
And honestly?
She wasn't mad about it.
/
After getting ready for the day, Aiah grabbed her phone, already anticipating another Maloi interrogation.
But when it buzzed again, the notification made her pause.
Unknown number.
Her eyebrows lifted, but the message itself made her smile.
"Good morning, Aiah :)"
She knew exactly who it was.
And as soon as the memory surfaced—of her, still breathless post-kiss, smugly taking Mikha's phone and typing in her number—her smile deepened.
A second text came in before she could even reply.
"It's Lim, by the way. In case you still need to know."
Aiah chuckled, shaking her head as she leaned against the desk.
Acting cool pa rin, Mikha?
She typed back, fingers moving easily over the screen.
"Good morning, Mikha Lim."
A pause.
Then—
"Did you sleep well?"
