THE DAY HE BECAME RUTHLESS: The Metaphorical Series #2

THIRTY TWO

The contemporary and masculine loft is vying for my attention against the topless man walking ahead of me. Confused as to where I should be more in awe, the glass walls highlighted the corners of the room without intending to ignore every inch of Dean's tan back muscles.

The area is spacious, which allows the question if he solitarily resides here. Natitiyak kong mga sampung katao ang pwedeng umukopa rito. Though, I'd rather that he lives alone.

Pearl gray walls, white ceilings opposing to the dark ashed floor with somewhat an ocean wave design, a white low sectional sofa, sleek black furnitures, everything is screaming a rockstar royalty living. Not that I am underestimating Dean but for someone who finances their own band's music, this is a rarity. This is more conventional to those who's under the string of mainstream music in a mainstream label.

And from how I knew Dean, I thought he would have opted for something simpler. This whole room borders to manly luxury.

But then, they're the highest paid independent band in the country. So to wonder with this residence of royalty should be crossed out.

Nagtagal ang mga mata ko sa pamilyar na gitarang nakasabit sa magaan na abong haligi. Isang tingin at pumukaw ng samu't saring alaala na kung hindi dahil sa pagtikhim ay tuluyan akong mananariwa.

Nakahalukiphip, nakaharap na sa akin si Dean na parang pupudpurin ako sa tigas ng pagkakatitig. The hard stare demanded that my attention should only be on his. That's easy. Kahit hindi niya sabihin ay sobra pa sa buo ang ibibigay kong atensiyon sa kanya.

I stood up straight like an obedient pupil.

"Nice place..." Tumikhim ako sa sumingit na garalgal sa aking lalamunan. "Nice place," ulit ko nang mas malinaw at malakas.

My heart started to gallop. Balewalain ko man pero hindi iyon hinayaan ng lamig na sumusuot sa aking balat. It's so unbelievably cold! Dean doesn't seem to mind like he's the mighty creator. He's even topless at that.

With his face carved with indifference, one thick and angular eyebrow rose. As if I have no right to talk. After all, this is his lair so it's his rule. Parang nainis din yata na ako ang nagpasimuno ng usapan.

To blame me is foolish. Nothing happens if he's just going to stare at me, which by the way is what he has been doing for the whole sixty seconds. Or more.

"What should I do first, Dean?" I initiated, trying not to get distracted. Kung binabalandara niya naman kasi ang hubad niyang pang-itaas.

The garter of his boxers is hanging low, nalilito yata kung aakyatin ang baywang niya o hahayaan ang sariling malaglag. Which, I'm not sure is a good or an exciting idea.

With all of my sheer might, I tried not to focus on the indention of his V-line.

But goddamn it, Google images is not lying after all.

Hinahaplos ko na ang aking mga braso sa lamig. I hope he gets the idea. Nang lumipad ang paningin sa aking kamay ay tila binuhusan ako ng mainit na tubig upang maggising.

The beat of my honest expectation for him to go to his room and lend me a sweater is in parallel to the drumming of my pulse. Nilakasan ko pa ang pagkiskis sa braso ko upang mas mahalata niyang kailangan ko ng panangga sa lamig. I pretended it's unintentional.

Sandali lang niyang binalikan ang aking mukha bago ako tinalikuran. It felt like he just took my limbs with him. He saw how cold I was and he should have at least tried to fake his concern if he has already ran out of care for me.

He didn't.

Tahimik akong huminga nang malalim. Biguan kong niyakap ang sarili habang sinusundan siya sa kusina.