It Has Always Been You

Chapter Extra 2

"So, you opened up the idea of living together and... he apologized?'

I turned to the glass in my hand as I spun it in a circular motion. The movement of the ice together with the alcohol in my glass created a make-shift pendulum that got me in a trance. The symphony created as it collided with the glass sounded like the melody I never knew I needed up until now.

"Bright...!" Ah. This is nice... "HEY!"

"Ah!" I shook my head, turning back to P'Mario who actually slipped from my mind for a second. "S...Sorry." I sighed, finally taking a sip from my glass - the glass that I previously fancied.

"Come on, don't invite me out for drinks when you're just going to space out like Don Juan." he frowned, drinking from his glass one-shot before pouring himself another one.

He looked back to me, nodding; probably to probe. "You haven't answered my question yet." he said in a garble. "...so what happened after?"

I sighed, turning back to my half-empty glass as the memory a few hours ago came in flooding in my head like a replay...

🐺🐰🐺🐰

With the person I love in my arms, I couldn't be happier. 'I missed this.' I thought to myself and smiled, snuggling on his skin; the reddish marks that were on his neck and he was wearing them like a neck ornament.

I grinned, feeling proud of myself. I wanted to tell him though. That I really knew what we did last night. Well, not clearly. It was hazy, most of it, but I know that something good happened. And when I woke up, I was stark naked - nothing but my boxers, that is. 'But he's really doing his best to hide it and he's cute anyway so I'll keep it to myself that I knew what he did.' I cuddled on his neck more.

"You're in a good mood, aren't you?" I said, gently pulling his chin up for a kiss.

He chuckled, "Well, I finished my manuscript and all." he said, turning back to what he was doing.

I smiled to myself. That's what he said...

I pulled him close in a tight embrace and leaned my chin on his shoulder; I buried my face to his neck before taking a deep breath. His scent seeping through my nostrils, Oh God, he's intoxicating. Win will always be my drug, my serotonin, my aphrodisiac. A drug that I could probably not recover to. He could turn my switch on any time of the day.

I immediately shook whatever is my head, 'it would be bad if I get a hard on now' I smiled, calming myself.

"How about you open the topic of living together..."

Then I remembered what P'Fern said the night before. I thought it was a good idea at that time - at first, yes. But it was easier said than done. I did not prepare myself, nor did I make some script for it. But damn! This feel, this moment, this mood, isn't this the perfect time to do it?

I propped myself, taking a few deep breaths; "Hey, Win." I could hear my heart beating from my chest as I say. As if I'm in a courtroom waiting for my verdict - just that, it's Win and he's scarier.

"Hmmm?" I heard him reply in a slight moan. His voice seeped through my ears, giving me a thrill on my skin. 'God.' I held my breath, thinking of the proper words to reply to a 'moan' while holding my own erection down.

"I'm missing you every day." I finally said picking up a line from the multitude of feelings I am subjected to feeling every single day that it's killing me.