Head Over Heels For Ezzio (Villaverde Series #1)

Chapter 36

Paris

"What do you think?" I asked and twirled around to make him see more of the gown. It was a simple black V-neck chiffon. Third try ko na 'to at isinama ko si Ezzio para hingin ang opinyon niya.

He was sitting on the small couch in front of me, his arms crossed while eyeing me carefully. I watched his lips form a twisted smile as his eyes traveled up and down my body.

"Beautiful," he whispered while I rolled my eyes.

"Paulit-ulit naman 'yang sinasabi mo, e!" reklamo ko. "I want an honest opinion, Ezzio. Or else we're stuck here and we're not going anywhere."

Pangatlong try ko na 'to pero pare-parehas lang naman ang komento niya! Malay ko ba kung sugar-coated lang pala ang mga 'yon? Parang sinasakyan niya lang ang trip ko!

I was starting to realize that bringing him here was a bad idea. I mean, what was I thinking? This wasn't his thing! Dapat pala si Venny o Marky na lang ang isinama ko.

I sighed hopelessly and turned my back on Ezzio in order to look at myself in the full-body mirror. Well, yeah. The dress wasn't that bad. I actually thought it looked good on me. So far, ito ang gusto ko sa tatlo.

Kita ko ang pagtayo ni Ezzio mula sa salamin. Wearing a plain white shirt and a pair of black jeans like he always did back in the old days, he stood out in the midst of this fashion boutique. Naglakad siya palapit hanggang sa mayakap niya ako mula sa likod. I felt his arms on my stomach as I leaned back on his chest. He looked at my reflection, meeting my eyes there.

Sumimangot ako habang napatawa naman siya ng kaunti dahil alam niya ang rason kung bakit.

"What?" he asked defensively. "It was an honest opinion!"

I rolled my eyes for the second time around.

"Right," sarkastiko kong sagot. Bahagya ko nang tinatanggap na hindi ko talaga maaasahan si Ezzio sa mga ganitong bagay.

I heard him sigh.

"You look good in all of them. I can't choose," he said more seriously.

My disappointment immediately died down upon hearing the sorry tone in his voice. Dammit. He really knew how to get me.

Humigpit ang hawak niya sa'kin at kita ko ang pilyong ngiti na unti-unting kumakawala sa kanyang labi.

"There's one thing I hate, though."

Napakunot ang noo ko habang nagsimula namang maglakbay ang labi ni Ezzio mula sa balikat ko, pataas sa leeg.

"Anong ibig mong sabihin?" I asked, doing my best not to get swayed by the soft kisses on my neck.

Napapitlag ako ng kaunti nang maramdaman ang mainit na hininga gawa ng mahinang pagtawa niya.

"Everytime I see you in these dresses, all I could think about is tearing them off of you."

It was a low whisper. He made sure that only the two of us could hear. Suddenly, my breathing became heavier as our eyes met in the mirror.

A few weeks had past. And I admit, after what happened in the baking room that night, there had been a lot of tension going on between me and Ezzio. One look, and I get lost. One simple physical contact and I feel every nerve in my body pulsate. Palala 'yon nang palala, lalo na kapag ganito siya kalapit sa'kin. And I hate myself for finding his statement so relatable. Because... well, he wanted to tear my clothes off?

So do I. The idea of tearing his clothes off had also been crossing my mind for a couple of times now. Shame on me!

"Someone might catch us here, Martinez," I said in attempt to break the silence. Marahan kong inalis ang pagkakapulupot ng mga kamay niya sa baywang ko. Mabuti na lang talaga at kaunti lang ang tao rito.