I fan myself as I remembered the things that RJ and I did on our first date. Like I said, we didn't take the traditional dating route. We went from 0 to 100 on day one. And no, we didn't sleep together on the first date but we did kiss. It was explosive.
We had been having so much fun, just talking and laughing and learning as much as we could about each other. We were sitting in one of the cushions of this really nice rooftop deck that belonged to RJ's brother. We didn't know then that that would be our special place. A warm summer wind blew my hair across my face and RJ moved closer so he could tuck the stray strands behind my ear. He cupped my face and stroked my cheek with his thumb. Our eyes couldn't look at anything else but each other. I don't know what he saw in mine but his was full of promise and possibility. Right then and there, he looked like he would give me the world if I asked him to.
I traced his face with my fingertips, something that I've wanted to do all night. My fingers lightly brushed his forehead and his eyes fluttered shut, as if my lightest of touches brought him unadulterated pleasure. I moved downward to his eyebrows. His cheeks. His nose. His chin. His neck. But I didn't touch his lips with my fingertips. I wanted to reserve that honor for my lips. So slowly, ever so slowly, I touched his lips with mine. I felt electricity course through my body from that chaste kiss. We pulled apart, breathing raggedly.
"Can I kiss you some more?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded. He pulled me back to him and our lips found each other easily, as if they were old acquaintances. It started languidly, as if he and I were savoring the taste of each other. Before we knew it slow and steady gave way to fiery and passionate and I found myself straddling his lap, with his arms wrapped tightly around me and his kisses making their way from my lips down to my neck and lower still to my ---
"Maine," my thoughts were roughly brought back to the present by the person sitting across the table from me. "Are you okay?" Gio asked. "You look a little flushed."
"I---I'm okay. Mainit lang. Sira yata yung aircon dito sa restaurant."
A blast of cold air hit us from one of the ACs and Gio looked at me strangely.
I kept fanning myself. Just the memory of our first kiss is enough to set my soul on fire. I am so screwed.
I distract myself by looking at my phone. But there's really no escape because the last message that I got was from him.
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