"Don't be jealous, Pocky. That was nothing. I'm a man. Normal lang na maglaro ako minsan. Ine-enjoy ko na ang natitirang mga araw ng pagiging binata ko."
Niyakap niya ako mula sa likuran pero binaklas ko ang mga braso niya.
"Selosa."
Tila nang-aasar...
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HENRY'S POV
"Scorpio....Capricorn...Sagittarius..." I took a moment to blink before I burst out into laughter. Itinuloy niya pala sa panaginip niya ang mga zodiac signs at posisyon na hindi namin nagawa kagabi.
It's only 5 in the morning when I woke up from sleep and I felt led to look at her. She's very beautiful.
I listened to her even breathing as she lay there, beside me.
"I want Scorpio....let's do it....tell me how to do it.... What position? " Her groggy, almost melodic tone makes me getting a 'woody.' Hārd morning woody.
"Scorpion style, Pocky. Lay on tòp of me facing upwards then fold your lègs on my sides." Bulong ko sa kaliwa niyang tainga.
"What? No! No! I don't like Scorpion style!"
"Why not? It is suited for creating cìrcular movement. Titirìk ang mga mata mo sa sarāp."
"No! I said no! Oh my God! What's that?! What's that?!" I grabbed her defensively and asked her if she's okay and what's wrong.
"M-may scorpion sa unan ko!!! Patayin mo! Patayin mo!" She mumbled, still apparently asleep.
"Shhh...there's no scorpion, Mei Ann." I gave her a light kiss on the temple and teasingly assured her that there would be no scorpions on the bed. Then I spent the next hour staring at my peacefully slumbering fiancée.
She's a very neat sleeper and rarely move. She sleep on her right side and pretty much stay that way all night. I don't know how she managed to sleep like that.
I watched and listened to her while she's sleeping. Her breathing was sweet like a shadowy purr. We're both nùde in bed and I loved running my fìngers dòwn her bolòdy.
"Hmmm." She mòaned when my fingertips gently grazed her skìn. It's something that I couldn't get from my past hook-ups. The kind when I was fùcking so eager to leave as soon as the buzz starts to wear off.
With Mei Ann, it's totally different. I always have this fùcking ùrge to snìff the scent of her hair in the morning before it's washed. It smells like her. Not the shampoo that reminds me of her, but her natural scěnt.
