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Maine's POV
"Alden. . ." I gripped on the phone, sensing the nervousness on the line.
"Maine? Is something wrong?" His voice, tenderly filled with curiosity wandered on the other line. I wasn't ready for this.
I never wanted to ask him about last night, but it feels like I need to, and so I did it. "Can you please recall things to me last night? Medyo lasing ako e."
"Well. . . last night? Okay!" He said with a nervous laugh.
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Sunday 7:45 PM
"You look good!" someone shouted from my back. I was a little surprised to see Alden, wearing a fine cottoned shirt and skinny pants, grinning at me. I felt myself blush.
"Good" isn't really the term to describe the way I look. It ain't relative and nothing's relative. "Good" huh? Damn, I must be proud that this guy infront of me who wore handsomeness and sexiness just use a descriptive word for me.
Flaws, *ha!*
"Silly! Ako pa ang binola mo!"
"Di ah. Sadyang you look wonderful tonight, Meng." He faced me with brows relaxed, lips bitten, and his nose a few inches away from mine.
Wonderful. I like that.
Meng. I like it when he calls me by that.
BINABASA MO ANG
That Thing Called "Kilig"
РазноеKilig (n.) - the rush or the inexplicable joy one feels after seeing or experiencing something romantic. --------- A WORK OF FICTION.
