Amnesiac

Thirty Third

I woke up with a pair of strong arms laced over my waist, restraining me from moving from the bed. It took me some time before getting it registered in my head that this room I am into isn't my bedroom. When I noticed that I was naked and wrapped in blankets, I remembered everything.

My hair was a tattered mess on my head, the black-blue strands sticking into random places. I noticed that I wasn't using a real pillow under my head and instead, I have a strong, hard and toned chest.

My arm on his waist moved, and then my hand found his cheek. Lightly, my fingers stroke over the flesh of his cheek, then to his nose, then to his brows, and finally to his lump lips. Those lips that never left my body last night, was now facing me, taunting me in a very seductive and good way.

"Babe, don't stare at me like that." Karlos murmured, his voice thicker than usual because of being half asleep. His eyes were still closed and it made me wonder how he found out that I was staring at him.

I smiled. "I can't help it."

"Control yourself," he smiles.

"Do you want breakfast?"

"Mm, yes pleash," he murmurs before nuzzling closer to me. "Give me a good morning kiss?"

I laughed and smacked him wholly on the face playfully, "Brush your teeth first."

Before he could respond to me, I got up from the bed and bent down to reach the shirt that he lent to me last night. It was long enough, so even without bottoms, it could fit me. I found his bathroom soon enough and I faced the mirror and almost gasped.

I knew that I was good looking. I was never painful in the eyes of most people. But right now, I looked a lot better. My eyes sparkled tantalizingly, my cheeks glowed. Perhaps, this is the effect of having a good sex with someone of a sex god like Karlos. Man, wasn't he a good.

After taming my hair and removing the knots that formed, I brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush I saw in a drawer then washed my face. I slid the shirt on and put on a short boxer bottoms that Karlos lent me last night too.

I made my way to the kitchen soon then faced the fridge. Their fridge contained every common food you can name. Eggs, bacon, juices, milk, cheese. I picked up foods that can suit up for breakfast and started cooking. Small and faint pads nearby can be heard and I was soon hugged on the legs by Colleen.

"Where's Kuya?"

"Still hibernating," I chuckled to myself as I waited for the bacon to turn a bit brownish. "Say ah, Colleen," I said then popped a small cooked part of scrambled eggs in her mouth.

"Yum," she smiles cheekily to me. I finished the cooking and put them in the table. Karlos finally appears by the staircase, a smile on his face. "Good morning, curls," Colleen greeted her brother and made a mock salute.

Karlos stopped in his tracks and made a salute as well. "Good morning, little curls." He says then walks over to his sister, messing her hair soon when he was close enough. He stops over to me then kisses me on the cheek. "Morning, owl,"

"I am not an owl," I grumbled and shoved him on the chest. "My eyes aren't big."

"Ooh, baby, they are." He winks at me then walks to the table. The sight of how messy and unruly his curls were. Damn, it made him look too hot that it felt like the room gained temperature. "Let's dig in."

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"So where's it gonna be?" I asked Karlos and Colleen as they buckled in the car. Karlos was in the backseat with Colleen, since the kid is energetic as usual and she is going to like, move around the backseat if Karlos would sit shot gun.

"Pizza!" Colleen screamed and I smiled at her.

I pulled out of the curb and started to drive through the streets. The three of us were silent, minus the song that Colleen was trying to belt. The kid was good in singing, much like her brother. And if you heard Karlos sing, it would surely make you swoon. So Colleen's voice wasn't as painful in the ears like most kid voices. She's talented.

My attire would surely fit in the pizzeria, since I don't look as bad as I thought. My shirt was still Karlos' and I wore the same jeans from yesterday. I was showered already, and my black-blue hair has a small braid on the left side and the rest of the tresses were just laid down. As usual, I look edgy.

It didn't take us long before getting into the Pizzeria I initially thought. Liz once brought me here when we were too lazy to cook dinner. The food honestly tasted too amazing that every bite you take would just make you swoon or make your mouth water.

For the first time since I met Karlos, he agreed for my offer of paying everything without even arguing over it. The three of us entered the pizzeria, Colleen in between the two of me and Karlos, holding our hands and commanding us to lift her up every now and then.

The pizzeria was warm and welcoming, the smell of the baking pizzas quick to just kick in your senses. I told the two of them that they just find a booth for us and that I would line up in the queue to get our foods for the night.

When I was in the line, someone behind me tapped me in the shoulder and I looked over to her and noticed a mid-aged woman. She might not be a lot older than my mom, and she wore a warm smile. "Aren't you too young to be married?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Excuse me, what?"

"You and that boy and the kid with you," she says, referring to Karlos and Colleen. "You look like family. But, you look like no older than 20 to me. Not to pry or something."

Realization hits me and I smile at her. "Oh, I'm not married!" I chuckled lightly and tried my best to pull out the words in the politest way possible. "The guy I was with was just my boyfriend and the kid was his baby sister,"

Her face turned pink, probably from embarrassment or something similar to that, "Oh! I'm sorry!" she chuckled to herself and shook her head. "Well, what can I say? You and your boyfriend match perfectly."

It was my turn to blush. "Thanks. I'll make sure to tell him that."

"I'm sure he'll be thrilled." She beams and I smile at her. "My name's Marj, by the way."

I nod at her. "Andromeda," I said. "Nice to meet you, MsMarj,"

"Please, just call me Marj or something. I feel light around you already, anyway." She insists. "That endearment makes me feel old. I mean, yes, I am already at my early forties, but still. A woman never likes to admit her exact age."

I smile. "Sure." Shaking the hand she offered, "Marj it is."

It was now my turn to order for the pizza for me and for the two curls I am with. I mentioned my order to the man in the counter and he gave me a receipt and told me that I should just wait for the pizza that would be delivered in our table just shortly. He also gave me a number stand so the server won't have difficulties finding our table.

I looked over to Marj and smiled at her. "Well, I guess I'll keep going."

She smiled back. "Tell your boyfriend what I mentioned earlier, okay?" she asks me and I chuckled at her. "Not to pry again, but what is his name?"

"KarlosLabajo." I said, the mention of his name leaving a wonderful sensation in my whole body. I suddenly feel giddy for the second.

However, Marj looked like the colour from her system has been sucked out by a vacuum or something. I swear that she just turned pale. It was really odd, but she managed to smile, though it looked forced and is not as warm as it was.

"I-it was nice meeting you again, Andromeda. Maybe I'll be seeing you soon again." she said then turned to the counter. But I felt like she was trying to hint on something.