YZARIAH ZAMIRA SALAZAR
It's been a few months since I started working as a professor. And it's been a few months since Serise kept bothering me.
But to be honest, I like it.
She even told me that she likes me!
I jumped onto my bed, burying my face into the soft pillow, and screamed.
"The fuck!!!" I shrieked.
I quickly sat up on the bed, smiling like an idiot. The hell, Zamira!
I've been waiting for this moment for so long, but I never expected it to come out of nowhere like that.
I replayed her words in my mind over and over: "I like you, Professor Salazar."
My heart raced every time. I couldn't stop smiling, no matter how hard I tried to act all cool about it. This wasn't just some random confession—it was from Serise, the one who always made me feel like I couldn’t breathe and made my chest feel tight every time she looked at me.
I groaned in frustration, trying to fight the giddiness bubbling up inside me. Why the hell does she have this effect on me?!
She said it so casually, like it was nothing. And I almost acted like it was nothing too, but inside? I was screaming. I wanted to pull her close, kiss the life out of her, but I couldn't.
Not yet.
I took a deep breath, laying back on the bed, and let my mind wander. It wasn’t just the confession that had me feeling like I was floating. It was how genuine she was. How open she was. Serise didn't hide behind walls like I did. She was... pure.
And I couldn't get enough of it.
"Zamira, get your shit together," I muttered to myself, but the smile wouldn't fade.
I had to figure out what to do next. How would I respond to her? Would I just say, "I like you too"? Or should I be more subtle about it?
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that no matter how much I tried to keep my cool, my feelings for her were getting stronger every day.
She had me.
Always.
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"Ate, do you want me to make tulong sa'yo?" Zaniya asked, her voice full of curiosity.
I shook my head in response to her question, not looking up from my phone.
"Come on, I already saw ate Serise again!" Zaniya said, pouting like a little kid.
She kept bothering me after Serise left. I brought her here to the mansion. I should've taken her to our house, but not yet.
Not now.
And yes, we already have a house for our future. That's where I stay most of the time, only coming to the mansion occasionally.
I want to live with her.
"Why are you playing hard to get kasi ate?" Zaniya complained, clearly annoyed.
I rolled my eyes at her. "None of your damn business," I hissed, trying to hold onto my patience.
I was playing hard to get to see if she really likes me. If she could handle my attitude.
But, guess who's a fighter?
She's literally a magnet for me, and I'm the object that's drawn to her.
I'll go wherever she goes.
