Hour Seventeen
I was half-asleep when I felt someone firmly poking my cheek.
"Psst... 'wag na ka na lang matulog," a soft voice spoke, slowly making sure I would fully wake.
I opened my eyes and saw that instead of the full-on dark, Justin had turned on the dim lights. I sat up to face him and shamelessly stared at him for the time being. His hair messy from trying to sleep, his eyes a bit tired from the long day. Lost in this immaculate image of him, I muttered - "Tangina, ang pogi mo talaga."
His pale face suddenly turned crimson at my remark. "B-baliw ka, alam mo?"
I chuckled as he tripped over his words. "Ang dali mo naman palang pakiligin, Mr. De Dios."
"Madali lang, basta ikaw ang nagpapakilig. Kaya parang awa, panagutan mo 'yung kilig ko, Ms. San Pedro."
