Eh Yung Hindi Naman Tayo? DATI (COMPLETED)

Not Okay 2

April 15, 2018, 2am:

I must have been pacing around my room for almost an hour now, I wouldn't even notice if I haven't felt some pain in my legs. I stopped and slumped down on my bed. I was already in my sleepwear. I initially planned to let us sleep it off.

Facing you in the height of your emotion, tired and sleepless would only make things worse so I figured maybe I should give you a little space tonight and try to get some rest myself but I after hours of tossing and turning in my bed, I finally gave up.

I looked at the time. It was 2am. You'd probably be more upset if I show up at your house at this hour alone. I could almost hear your rants about the dangers of me driving alone at 2am.

Maybe I should wait until it's like a couple of hours. If I leave at 4am, I would be at your house by sunsrise, there would be some light on the street and other motorists out in the city.

But two torturous hours would be too long to wait after already three hours of restlessness. I knew I couldn't just call my driver at that hour especially when I already said it was his day off. Coleen would probably kill me if I wake her so I called Dean. Unfortunately, my younger brother has been partying all night and it was obvious by his slurry responses to our short conversation that he was not fit to drive.

"Darn it!" I sighed as I stared at my phone and scrolled up and down our messaged thread, hoping for a miraculous response from you.

"What could be worse than this? Bahala na." I got up, walked to my closet and put on a shirt, a pair of shorts and a jacket.

I hurried out as soon as I was done. I grabbed my keys and my purse then rushed to the elevator.

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I bolted up from my bed with a frustrated grunt.

"Uuugh!" I held my head in my hands and groped my hair.

I miss you terribly. Two weeks, two long weeks of not being around you, your smile, your eyes, your intoxicating fragrance, your gentle caress; two harrowing weeks of not being able to touch you, to kiss you, to hold you in my arms.

Five hours after I furiously walked out of your condo unit, I was confused and restless. I tried to sleep but couldn't. I kept thinking about you and if I was doing the right thing. With the anger passed, I couldn't help but worry about you. I know how you get when we have an argument or misunderstanding and in this case, a cold fight.

Me not responding to your messages probably made it worse. You must be exasperatedly overthinking by now and knowing how spontaneous and spirited you are, you must be...

"Oh shit!" I jumped out of my bed and rushed to my closet to put on some cotton shorts and a white shirt then grabbed my keys. "No. No. No. Don't even think about it, Nicomaine. Alas tres y media ng madaling araw ngayon. Delikado." I called your number and let the line ring until it was silent as I ran downstairs.

"Nicomaine..." I groaned in frustration as I opened the car door. "you can't be driving alone at this hour, ang layo pa. Eto na oh. Tumatawag na ako. Answer your damn phone!" I got in the Jaguar and backed it up then tried to call you again but you didn't answer. "Baka naman hindi nagda-drive baka tulog. Sana tulog." I told myself as I got off the car again to open the gate.

I unlocked the gate and pushed it open, ready to sprint back to my car as soon as it did but I was frozen in my tracks when they did because there you were standing in front of me with what looked like a box of cake in your hands.

You stood there in silence as your apologetic eyes held mine with a nervous smile on your lips. I could tell by the heaving rise and fall of your chest and the tears in the corner of your eyes how rough the past few hours has been for you too.

I wanted to stay angry at you, to make you feel how neglected I felt when you cancelled our plans at the last minute, to make you realize how jealous I was by the attention you unintentionally caught from Danny O'Donoghue but my heart was gripped with more pain by the distressed look in your eyes, by every second that I just stared at you and not held you.

"Jay..." You paused and took a deep breath then bit your lip. "Love... I'm sorry. I..." You started to speak softly in that velvety voice that never failed to melt my strongest resolve.

I didn't want to but my body acted on its own volition and followed my heart. I didn't care for any more explanation from you. In one quick motion, I ran towards you, swiped the cake box from your hands and held it in one hand as my other arm wrapped around your waist to pull your body against mine and my lips urgently claimed yours while they were open in mid-breath.

Our kiss was hungry and pressing like our lives depended on it as you clung to my shoulders by the time our lips parted but kept touching a few minutes later, we were both breathless. Your thumb gently stroked my lower lip as you cupped my cheek. Your loving eyes seemed to caress my very soul with your stare. "I love you." You whispered. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Ssshhh..." I pressed my lips against yours to silence your next words then gazed at you with half-hooded eyes. "We'll talk about it later. Right now I just want to love you because more than anything... I love you most, my Nicomaine. I miss you so much."

"I miss you too." You smiled and kissed me again, slowly and passionately, as I pulled you inside and closed the gate.

My car was left in the middle of the driveway, your purse left at the bottom of the stairs, our keys and the cake you brought haphazardly placed on the stand while we kept kissing as we made our way to my bed.

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Unbeta'ed and not proofread.

May Part 3 kaya? Hindi ko din alam. I want to pero depende sa time. hahaha...

Thank you for reading. =)