FIRST KISS

Quirino growled and let go of Morana's right wrist and used her free hand to hold her head so she couldn't bite him.

"What the hell are you biting me!" This time Quirino let go of Morana's other hand and pushed her body away, of course not with all his strength to make the woman fall but enough to make her stop.

Morana said nothing more but, her black eyes seemed to say; so what's your decision?

"Come with me, but don't make noise." Quirino waved his hand, signaling Morana to follow him.

What else could he do in the middle of the night like this except let her in? Quirino will think about this matter later after he returns from campus tomorrow.

Quirino should have been able to open a hotel room for Morana, but somehow he felt more comfortable when Morana was under his supervision.

Who knows what she thinks and will do when alone? She's the type of person who doesn't think twice before taking action or making decisions, for example, like now…

The two of them entered Quirino's boarding house, walking slowly and as quietly as possible so as not to cause noise or attract attention.

Not only would Quirino get in trouble if he was caught bringing a woman into his room, but if his parents found out, he couldn’t imagine what his father would do to him.

It was only after Quirino closed the door of his room, after Morana entered, and made sure no one saw him, that Quirino could breathe a sigh of relief.

However, his trepidation hadn't gone away yet, when he turned around to find Morana casually opening his wardrobe.

"What are you doing opening my closet?" Quirino hissed as he walked quickly to Morana, his long footsteps and the size of the room that was not too wide, made Quirino arrive in front of Morana almost at the same time as the end of his question.

"I want to borrow clothes." Morana answered without guilt while taking a plain white shirt from the closet and Quirino's dark blue boxer shorts.

"Please, at least you have some shame." Quirino covered his face with his palms, frustrated when he saw Morana waving boxers and white shirts right in front of his eyes. "You want to wear my clothes?"

"I didn't bring anything with me and I also haven't showered since morning. I don't want to wear the same clothes." Morana frowned at the thought of having to sleep in the same clothes when she came.

Quirino who was at a loss for words in response to Morana just waved towards the bathroom located in the corner of his room, as if to say; Okay, shower!

Morana calmly walked towards the bathroom while grabbing Quirino's towel which was hanging not far from there.

Great!

Not only did Morana wear his shirt and boxer, but Quirino also had to share towels with her.

But, that's not all Quirino's main problem, because when he heard the sound of water from the bathroom, the image of Morana, who was not wearing a single cloth, crossed his mind.

Makes his heart flutter wildly.

Morana…

What is this woman really up to?

After finishing, Morana came out of the bathroom wearing Quirino's t-shirt and boxers.

Her long, waist-length hair and black as night, wet because she decided to wash it.

"Do you have a hairdryer?" Morana asked while trying to dry her hair with a towel.

Drops of water that fell from her hair, soaked Quirino's white shirt she was wearing.

Really, a sight like this was not something Quirino expected!

 "No, I don't have one." Quirino replied while looking away, he tried to find something interesting to watch, but nothing could take his mind off Morana's current figure.

"How come you don't have one?" Morana grumbled a little as she continued to dry her hair with the towel.

"You think I need a hairdryer?" Quirino brushed off his short hair. "Guys don't need stuff like that."

This time Morana did not answer, she casually sat on the edge of the bed beside Quirino.

Quirino's room is not too big, but very comfortable and neat, with a balcony and bathroom inside can make the occupants feel at home.

Not to mention Quirino's habit of always being organized, so all things are in their place.

Quirino is not like most guys who have messy rooms, you could say Quirino is ‘slicker’ than Morana herself.

No one knew since when Quirino looked at Morana beside him. Starting from the curves of her body, the line of her face, the small changes in her facial expression to the water droplets that flowed down her white and slender neck.

It was Morana who came to Quirino, and now they were both in his room, sitting on Quirino's bed, if anything happened, no one would know and it would not be Quirino's fault entirely.

If something happens…

Morana is the most beautiful and attractive woman Quirino has ever met, although there are many beautiful women out there with pleasant personalities but somehow none of them can beat Morana's charm in Quirino's eyes.

There is something in her that makes Quirino want to always be near her and know the slightest information about her.

"Why are you looking at me?" Morana glanced at Quirino next to her through the wet curtain of her hair that fell to the side of her face.

But, not the answer that Morana got, but Quirino's hands that grabbed both sides of her face and pulled her gently.

It was a mystery what possessed Quirino and what spell clouded his mind when he pressed his lips to Morana's cold lips.

He gently caressed Morana's cheek with his thumb while biting the lower lip of the woman he had claimed to be his since a year ago.

This is their first kiss because so far, both Morana and Quirino, have never taken his words seriously about their relationship.

Even though Quirino doesn't realize it, he's been acting like a boyfriend to Morana all this time.