Mag-log inAlexander’s POVThe taste of her lingered on my lips, a fire that refused to die. I pulled back just enough to look at her, to memorize every flushed inch of her skin, every trembling breath she tried to hide but couldn’t. I wanted to remember this not just with my eyes, but with every part of me.Her eyes wide, dark, and impossibly vulnerable locked onto mine. There was no pretense there. No walls. Just raw honesty, and it hit me harder than anything ever had. I felt the weight of her trust, the quiet surrender in her gaze, and it nearly undid me all over again.There was a part of me that wanted to stop, to freeze this moment in time and protect it from everything else. To let the world wait while I figured out what she had just awakened in me. But the other part the part that had been starving for her for months, denying itself, pretending this wasn’t inevitable refused to let go.I leaned down again, pressing my forehead to hers, my breath uneven as I whispered, “You don’t know ho
Jasmine’s POV I could feel him in every part of him, every intention, every heartbeat syncing with mine. Alex wasn’t just taking; he was claiming me, and somehow, it felt… right. Terrifyingly right. Even as I trembled under him, I craved more. His hands, his lips, his voice all of it drew me deeper, past restraint, past reason. I was lost in him, and I didn’t want to be found. “Alex…” My voice was weak, quivering, but it carried everything I felt: surrender, need, longing. He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his touch spoke for him, everywhere at once, and my body responded with a rawness I hadn’t anticipated. Every nerve ignited, every gasp a confession I couldn’t put into words. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, he paused. His eyes met mine dark, searching, almost terrifyingly intense. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “And I’m not letting go.” I nodded, because what else could I do? He had already claimed every inch of my body, heart, and soul. I lay there, chest
Alexander’s POV The condo was quiet. Too quiet for someone like me, someone used to the constant hum of activity, the never-ending motion of the world outside. But tonight, everything felt… suspended. I watched her from across the room Jasmine. Her hair spilled over the pillow, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that drew my eyes like gravity. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, because the sight of her alone made something deep inside me coil tighter, demanding attention. My hands itched to touch her. To close the distance and feel her under me. But there was a war going on inside me control versus desire, restraint versus the pull of something I hadn’t allowed myself to feel. And then she moved slightly, murmuring something under her breath, and I realized just how much I’d been holding back. I strode forward, each step deliberate, the air thick with anticipation. My eyes drank in every curve, every subtle movement, every hint of need I could see. “Alex …” she w
Jasmine’s POV The following days passed in a blur. Work. Meetings. Calls. Schedules. Parang biglang bumalik ang dati naming routine. Si Alex mas lalo pang naging abala. Hindi lang sa Philippines ang business deals niya… pati abroad. Minsan tatlong meeting sa isang araw, minsan dalawang gabi siyang wala sa bansa. At kahit sanay na ako sa ganitong setup, iba pa rin kapag hindi ko siya kasama. Tahimik. Malamig. Parang may kulang. Pero kapag umuuwi naman siya Laging maraming dalang pasalubong. Flowers, Chocolate mula sa Europe, perfume mula Japan, o minsan simpleng keychain lang na may nakasulat na “I thought of you today.” At tuwing nakikita ko siyang pagod pero nakangiti, parang lumalambot ang puso ko. Tulad nalang ng gabing iyon kakauwi lang niya galing sa dalawang araw niyang business trip sa Singapore, dalawang gabing hindi ko naramdaman ang yakap niya, hindi ko narinig ang boses niyang bumubulong ng “Good night, baby.” Pagpasok niya sa penthouse, agad ko nang
Alexander’s POV The morning sun cast a warm glow over the Batangas house, but I barely noticed it. My attention was entirely on Jasmine, who was standing beside me at the staircase, bag slung over her shoulder. She looked calm on the outside, but I could feel the tension in her grip when our hands brushed. I tightened mine around hers, a silent reassurance. She’s nervous, I thought, studying her carefully. Not about me, not about leaving… It’s leaving her parents. I can see it in her eyes she doesn’t want to disappoint them, doesn’t want them to worry. “Are you ready?” I asked softly, keeping my tone casual but steady, trying not to add to her anxiety. She nodded, though I caught the slight tremor of her lips. “I think so… but…” She trailed off, and I could hear the uncertainty even in that simple pause. I smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right here.” Descending the stairs together, I felt my pulse quicken. It wasn’t fear, but a m
Jasmine’s POV By the early hours of the morning, we were sitting on the veranda, hands intertwined. The cool Batangas breeze carried a sense of new beginnings, and for the first time in months, I felt a quietness in my heart. It wasn’t completely healed yet, but for the first time, the weight in my chest that had lingered for so long felt just a little lighter. “You know, Jasmine…” Alex started, his eyes tracing the distant silhouette of the ocean, “every hour I spend without you feels like I’m losing a piece of myself.” I forced a small smile, even though my voice trembled. “Alex… I don’t know if I can… face all of it without you.” “You don’t have to face it alone,” he said, tightening his grip on my hand. “Don’t forget… I’m here. Always. I won’t leave you.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his presence wrap around me like a protective shield. That night, it wasn’t just a hug we were slowly mending what had been broken. Every gentle touch and







